Now the night is overpast, And the mist is cleared away: On my barren life at last Breaks the bright, reluctant day. Day of payment for the wrong I was doomed so long to bear; Day of promise, day of song, Day that makes the future fair! Let me wake to bliss alone: Let me bury every fear: What I prayed for, is my own; What was distant, now is near. For the happy hour that waits No reproachful shade shall bring, And I hear forgiving Fates In the happy bells that ring. Leave the song that now is mute, For the sweeter song begun: Leave the blossom for the fruit, And the rainbow for the sun! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIRED TIM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SONG OF AN ATOM by JOSEPHINE BARNETT STOKLEWATH; OR, THE CUMBRIAN VILLAGE by SUSANNA BLAMIRE A FABLE FOR POETS by BERTON BRALEY THE THEATRE-CURTAIN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |