BE wise, my Sorrow! Keep thee now more still; Thou didst desire evening--lo! 'tis near; Dark misty shadows all the city fill, Bringing to some relief, to some a tear. While the vile herd of men their moments kill 'Neath lust of pleasure, tyranny severe, And reap remorse in the pursuit of ill, My Sorrow, place thy hand in mine--come here Far from them. See the years long dead, lean down From heaven's high walls, in antiquated gown, Regret, with smiles, springs from the depths to sight. The dying sun sinks 'neath an arch to rest, Like a long shroud drawn eastward to the west, Hear, hear, dear friend, the steps of welcome night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE THAW by HAYDEN CARRUTH THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW HOW MY HEART SINKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: DOMESDAY BOOK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA |