My joy, my jockey, my Gabriel Who bares his horns above my sleep Is sleeping now. And I shall keep him In valley and on pinnacle And marvellous in my tabernacle. My peace is where his shoulder holds My clouds among his skies of face; His plenty is my peace, my peace. And like a serpent by a boulder His shade I rest in glory coiled. Time will divide us, and the sea Wring its sad hands all day between; The autumn bring a change of scene. But always and for ever he At night will sleep and keep by me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUNG SAMMY'S FIRST WILD OATS by GEORGE SANTAYANA IN ANSWER TO MR. POPE by ANNE FINCH HAARLEM HEIGHTS by ARTHUR GUITERMAN ORANGE BUDS BY MAIL FROM FLORIDA by WALT WHITMAN THE IDEAL GENERAL by ARCHILOCHUS |