SOMEDAY: -- So many tearful eyes Are watching for thy dawning light; So many faces toward the skies Are weary of the night! So many failing prayers that reel And stagger upward through the storm, And yearning hands that reach and feel No pressure true and warm. So many hearts whose crimson wine Is wasted to a purple stain And blurred and streaked with drops of brine Upon the lips of Pain. Oh, come to them! -- these weary ones! Or if thou still must bide a while, Make stronger yet the hope that runs Before thy coming smile: And haste and find them where they wait -- Let summer-winds blow down that way, And all they long for, soon or late, Bring round to them, someday. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE AGAINST THE ENEMIES OF FRANCE by FRANCOIS VILLON THE PILLAR OF FAME by ROBERT HERRICK A SONG ABOUT SINGING by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 44. ISEULT by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THEIR EASTER AND OURS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HUNGER'S DANGER by MAGDA BRANDON MY SON'S SON TO HIS SON'S SON - PERHAPS by MABEL RUTHERFORD BRIDGES |