LET us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown; Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land, Broods like an owl; we cannot understand Laughter or tears, for we have only known Surpassing vanity: vain things alone Have driven our perverse and aimless band. Let us go hence, somewhither strange and cold, To Hollow Lands where just men and unjust Find end of labour, where's rest for the old, Freedom to all from love and fear and lust. Twine our torn hands! O pray the earth enfold Our life-sick hearts and turn them into dust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING ON BROADWAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER WRITTEN ON A WALL AT WOODSTOCK by ELIZABETH I TAMERLANE (4) by EDGAR ALLAN POE LYSISTRATA: HOW THE WOMEN WILL STOP WAR by ARISTOPHANES THE CLOUDS: THE OLD EDUCATION by ARISTOPHANES SEA-SONG by WILLIAM DRUMMOND BAKER THE NEWPORT TOWER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |