(TO G. A. S.) FAR upon the farther side Of the Gate of Tears Lies a country clam and wide; There is peace at eventide Far upon the farther side Of the Gate of Tears. Never gale or tempest blows Thro's the Gate of Tears; That autumnal valley knows Neither nightingale nor rose; All the hills are crowned with snows Where the snowdrop peers. There a broken heart may rest, Free from hopes or fears, Undesiring, undistress'd; While the sunset in the west Gilds the worst and greys the best, Through the Gate of Tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASSER MORTUUS EST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ARIEL'S SONG (2), FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE DE RERUM NATURA: BOOK 3. AGAINST THE FEAR OF DEATH by TITUS LUCRETIUS CARUS TRINITIE SUNDAY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 7 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE INDIAN GIRL'S LAMENT by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT OUT OF AN OLD BOOK by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |