Nay, but I fancy somehow, year by year The hard road waxing easier to my feet; Nay, but I fancy as the seasons fleet I shall grow ever dearer to my dear. Hope is so strong that it has conquered fear; Love follows, crowned and glad for fear's defeat. Down the long future I behold us, sweet, Pass, and grow ever dearer and more near; Pass and go onward into that mild land Where the blond harvests slumber all the noon, And the pale sky bends downward to the sea; Pass, and go forward, ever hand in hand, Till all the plain be quickened with the moon, And the lit windows beckon o'er the lea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENTUCKET [AUGUST 29, 1708] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE GLASSES AND THE BIBLE by ST. CLAIR ADAMS FAMILIAR EPISTLE TO A LITTLE BOY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM BROTHER GENE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 35. PERSEVERE by PHILIP AYRES THE SLUGGARD by JOSEPH BEAUMONT DAWN MAGIC by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |