SHALL I lie down to sleep, and see no more The splendid pageantry of earth and sky -- The proud procession of the stars sweep by, The white moon sway the sea, and woo the shore; The morning lark to the far Heaven soar; The nightingale with the soft dusk draw nigh; The summer roses bud, and bloom, and die -- Will Life and Life's delight for me be o'er? Nay! I shall be, in my low silent home, Of all Earth's gracious ministries aware -- Glad with the gladness of the risen day, Or gently sad with sadness of the gloam, Yet done with striving, and foreclosed of care -- At rest -- at rest! What better thing to say? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD MAN OF VERONA by CLAUDIAN DESPAIR AND FEAR by EMILY DICKINSON EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH, L.H. by BEN JONSON GIBBON by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES LIFE EFFECTUAL by ANNE MILLAY BREMER |