The embers of the day are red Beyond the murky hill. The kitchen smokes: the bed In the darkling house is spread: The great sky darkens overhead, And the great woods are shrill. So far have I been led, Lord, by Thy will: So far I have followed, Lord, and wondered still. The breeze from the embalmed land Blows sudden toward the shore, And claps my cottage door. I hear the signal, Lord -- I understand. The night at Thy command Comes. I will eat and sleep and will not question more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: REV. PERCY FERGUSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE UNIVERSITY OF GOTTINGEN by GEORGE CANNING NO MASTER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE WILLOWS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: FOURTH SONG by PHILIP SIDNEY LOVE AND COQUETRY by LEVI BISHOP A LETTER TO HER HUSBAND by ANNE BRADSTREET DIRGE ON THE DEATH OF ADAMS AND JEFFERSON by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |