"ARISE, depart! for this is not your rest!" The voice fell strangely on the sleeping fold, As fell the starlight's quivering gold Upon the dusky lake's untroubled breast. And yet the Shepherd's hand had led them there, And made them to lie down amid the pastures fair. "Arise ye, and depart!" The morning rays Lit up the emerald slope and crystal pool, Sweet sustenance for many days, And quiet resting places, calm and cool. They knew not why nor whither, yet they went! His own hand put them forth, and so they were content. And so they followed Him, they could not stay When He had risen, the Shepherd good and fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HAPPY LIFE by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS HOPE AND FEAR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL by OSCAR WILDE EPITAPH by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE HERITAGE FOREGONE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET FIGHT! (HARVARD-DARTMOUTH FOOTBALL GAME, 1908) by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 44 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |