THE night is far spent, the day is at hand: Let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, And let us put on the armour of light. Night for the dead in their stiffness and starkness! Day for the living who mount in their might Out of their graves to the beautiful land. Far, far away lies the beautiful land: Mount on wide wings of exceeding desire, Mount, look not back, mount to life and to light, Mount by the gleam of your lamps all on fire Up from the dead men and up from the night. The night is far spent, the day is at hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMITATION OF POPE: A COMPLIMENT TO THE LADIES by WILLIAM BLAKE BREAKFAST by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THYESTES, ACT 2: CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA THE MARTYR; INDICATIVE OF PASSION OF PEOPLES APRIL 15, 1865 by HERMAN MELVILLE DARWINISM by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON A MINUET ON REACHING THE AGE OF FIFTY by GEORGE SANTAYANA |