BE wise, my Sorrow! Keep thee now more still; Thou didst desire evening--lo! 'tis near; Dark misty shadows all the city fill, Bringing to some relief, to some a tear. While the vile herd of men their moments kill 'Neath lust of pleasure, tyranny severe, And reap remorse in the pursuit of ill, My Sorrow, place thy hand in mine--come here Far from them. See the years long dead, lean down From heaven's high walls, in antiquated gown, Regret, with smiles, springs from the depths to sight. The dying sun sinks 'neath an arch to rest, Like a long shroud drawn eastward to the west, Hear, hear, dear friend, the steps of welcome night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLAY BISON IN A CAVE by CLARENCE MAJOR ASHURNATSIRPAL III by CARL SANDBURG AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 4. THE MARKET-GIRL by THOMAS HARDY TWILIGHT AT SEA by AMELIA B. WELBY THE BELFRY PIGEON by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS |