HERE is the sorrow, the sighing, Here are the cloud and the night; Here is the sickness, the dying, There are the life and the light! Here is the fading, the wasting, The foe that so watchfully waits; There are the hills everlasting, The city with beautiful gates. Here are the locks growing hoary, The glass with the vanishing sands; There are the crown and the glory, The house that is made not with hands. Here is the longing, the vision, The hopes that so swiftly remove; There is the blessed fruition, The feast, and the fullness of love. Here are the heart-strings a-tremble And here is the chastening rod; There is the song and the cymbal, And there is our Father and God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ST. FRANCIS EINSTEIN OF THE DAFFODILS (FIRST VERSION) by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS REASONS FOR DRINKING by HENRY ALDRICH THE VOICE OF THE BANJO by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SNAKE by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SWAMP ANGEL by HERMAN MELVILLE |