NOT for us the Sabbath of the quiet streets, Sabbath peaceful o'er the world outspread, Felt where every man his neighbor greets, Heard in hush of many a slowly passing tread. Not the robe of silence for our holy day:— Noisy flock the worker and the player; Toil and stir and laughter of the way Surge around the steps that seek a place of prayer. Silent we while through the thronging street and mart Work-day clamor of the city rolls:— Cloistered inly, from the world apart, Ours 'tis to bear the Sabbath in our souls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON DEATH, WITHOUT EXAGGERATION by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA OH! WEEP FOR THOSE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CHARLESTON by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE A GIRL OF POMPEII by EDWARD SANDFORD MARTIN ANIMAL TRANQUILITY AND DECAY; A SKETCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BEAUTY'S ARMOURY by AL-HADRAMI |