Now for a last glad look upon life: my journey is ending: Now this door that is Death quietly shuts me behind. Thankful I hear Love's call -- the faithful call of a comrade: Then all joyful am I, ready to give her my heart. All through life it is Love hath been my counsellor only: Hers be the praise alway if I have followed aright. For as a mother awakes with kisses her slumbering baby, As she first has a care -- as she alone understands -- So has Love been mine, has watched and tended and kissed me: Near me when I was a child: near me till I was a man. Thus, mid sorrow or doubt, I have clung to her, learning her lesson: Now she has made me free -- free to rejoice evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN I WROTE A LITTLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE DARK HOUSE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON RABBI BEN EZRA by ROBERT BROWNING TIRED TIM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE ROCK OF CASHEL by AUBREY DE VERE PANDOSTO, THE TRIUMPH OF TIME: IN PRAISE OF HIS BEST-BELOVED FAWNIA by ROBERT GREENE ECHO [OR, ECHOES] by THOMAS MOORE |