NOW, the sowing and the weeping, Working hard and waiting long; Afterward, the golden reaping, Harvest home and grateful song. Now, the pruning, sharp, unsparing; Scattered blossom, bleeding shoot! Afterward, the plenteous bearing Of the Master's pleasant fruit. Now, the plunge, the briny burden, Blind, faint gropings in the sea; Afterward, the pearly guerdon That shall make the diver free. Now, the long and toilsome duty, Stone by stone to carve and bring; Afterward, the perfect beauty Of the palace of the King. Now, the tuning and the tension, Wailing minors, discord strong; Afterward, the grand ascension Of the Alleluia song. Now, the spirit conflict-riven, Wounded heart, unequal strife; Afterward, the triumph given, And the victor's crown of life. Now, the training, strange and lowly, Unexplained and tedious now: Afterward, the service holy, And the Master's "Enter thou!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SLEEP by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING HURRAHING IN HARVEST by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE LIGHT OF STARS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE WEATHER-COCK POINTS SOUTH by AMY LOWELL ZION, OR THE CITY OF GOD by JOHN NEWTON THE TEMPERAMENTS by EZRA POUND |