THE long day is closing, Ah, why should you weep? 'T is thus that God gives His beloved ones sleep. I see the wide water So deep and so black, -- Love waits me beyond it, -- I would not go back! I would not go back Where its joys scarce may gleam, -- Where even in dreaming We know that we dream; For though life filled for me All measures of bliss, Has it anything better Or sweeter than this? I would not go back To the torment of fear, -- To the wastes of uncomfort When home is so near. Each night is a prison-bar Broken and gone, -- Each morning a golden gate, On, -- farther on! On, on toward the city So shining and fair; And He that hath loved me -- Died for me -- is there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG FREEDOM AND LOVE by THOMAS CAMPBELL ULTIMA THULE: THE CHAMBER OVER THE GATE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW RELIGIOUS ISOLATION, TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND by MATTHEW ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 30. THE HUNTER CAUGHT BY HIS OWN GAMER by PHILIP AYRES THE PHANTOM REVIEW by SQUIRE OMAR BARKER |