THEY are waiting on the shore For the bark to take them home: They will toil and grieve no more; The hour for release hath come. All their long life lies behind Like a dimly blending dream: There is nothing left to bind To the realms that only seem. They are waiting for the boat; There is nothing left to do: What was near them grows remote, Happy silence falls like dew; Now the shadowy bark is come, And the weary may go home. By still water they would rest In the shadow of the tree: After battle sleep is best, After noise, tranquillity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER THE ARABIAN SHAWL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD MOST LOVELY SHADE; FOR ALICE BOUVERIE by EDITH SITWELL TO AN OLD SWEETHEART by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE 'VARUNA' by GEORGE HENRY BOKER |