FAREWELL, my Day, yet ere thou art quite departed, Say, invok'd by this prayer, this last good-night, How shall I find, by what sign know thee again, In eternity entering when I behold thy dawn? Thou and thy brothers there, equal in worth, Children of Time (old riddle!) timelessly gathered, Wait, sleeping in God till I come, then rise upon me, Each a witness, a word, a sign, a judge in session, Each with his passionate hour,—and which then was thine? The first kiss of happy morn? the gesture that fits Beauty, some epiphany perfect of perfect love (Such is thy fortune, Fair, and such thy grace, In a world insignificant thou significant wholly)? Or, Day of bewilderment, shall I behold thee scarred And my accuser, saying, 'Thus I avenge Upon thee my wrongs, my wounds, and with mine Creation's'? Merciful then, O Day, for this poem I bring, This repentance, this reparation,—such thy due From me, to whom be merciful then as now Granting sweet sleep, as I bid thee good-night, my Day, Thou who art Christ, Christ who is more than thou. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS by ROBERT BURNS FOR G. by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON TO AN INSECT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A SUPPLEMENT OF AN IMPERFECT COPY OF VERSES OF MR. WILL. SHAKESPEARE'S by JOHN SUCKLING IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 14 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LETTER by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II FRAGMENT OF A CHORUS OF A DEJANEIRA by MATTHEW ARNOLD FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MAN'S GUARD AGAINST DEATH by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |