I COULD not through the burning day In hope prevail, Beside my task I could not stay, If love should fail. Nor underneath the evening sky, When labours cease, Fold both my tired hands and lie At last in peace. Ah, what to me in death or life Could then avail! I dare not ask for rest or strife If love should fail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO MYSTERIES by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE THE LITTLE GHOST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY EIGHTEEN SIXTY-ONE by WALT WHITMAN THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SONNET TO LIBERTY by OSCAR WILDE BRONZE TRUMPETS AND SEA WATER; ON TURNING LATIN VERSE INTO ENGLISH by ELINOR WYLIE DEATH AND THE MONK by ARTHUR E. BAKER THE CHIEF AMONG TEN THOUSAND (SONG OF SOLOMON) by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 40 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |