A pioneer, she blazed a trail of light Through murky shadows, with a lithesome tread Unto those forums, where Hope's beams are shed: Straight through the mighty cordon of the night, Rapt with a vision, soul-born, clear and bright, Leaving the South of frigid wrong, she sped Into the North, where hearts glow warm instead, A people's tragedy to there recite. Hope's liquid pipings lift their tender lay, Morning is waking, flushed with rosy gleam, Night with its shadow winds with yesterday Adown the world-way as an inky stream, Seed time and harvest deftly interplay, And Life's fruition is its vital dream! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE GREAT DEATH by HAYDEN CARRUTH I COULD TAKE by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HER EYES TWIN POOLS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 9 by JAMES JOYCE STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 2. ILLINOIS by CLARENCE MAJOR |