EVENING falls: to numbered night Day succeeds; and dark and light I journey peering, praying for The promised city's golden door. Mountains barricade my track, Cataracts shout their sharp "Go back!" Up sheer cliffs my hacked path crawls, My spidery bridge sways over the falls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN THE SABBATH MORNING by JOHN LEYDEN THE SCORPION by WILLIAM PLOMER WINDSOR FOREST by ALEXANDER POPE BRITANNIA TO COLUMBIA by ALFRED AUSTIN THE TIMELY MEMENTO by PHILIP AYRES |