Because my faltering feet may fail to dare The first descendant of the steps of hell, Give me the Word in time that triumphs there, I too must pass into the misty hollow Where all our living laughter stops; and hark The tiny stuffless voices of the dark Have called me, called me till I needs must follow. Give me the Word and I'll attempt it well. Say it's the little winking of an eye Which in that issue is uncurtained quite, A little sleep to help a moment by, Between the thin dawn and the large daylight. Oh tell me more than e'er was hoped of men! Say that's true now, and I'll believe it then. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER AND POET; TURIN, AFTER THE NEWS FROM GAETA, 1861 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE ORDER OF NATURE by ANICIUS MANLIUS SEVERINUS BOETHIUS THE BARGAIN by CLAIRE STEWART BOYER THE SWORD by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE |