THE long day is closing, Ah, why should you weep? 'T is thus that God gives His beloved ones sleep. I see the wide water So deep and so black, -- Love waits me beyond it, -- I would not go back! I would not go back Where its joys scarce may gleam, -- Where even in dreaming We know that we dream; For though life filled for me All measures of bliss, Has it anything better Or sweeter than this? I would not go back To the torment of fear, -- To the wastes of uncomfort When home is so near. Each night is a prison-bar Broken and gone, -- Each morning a golden gate, On, -- farther on! On, on toward the city So shining and fair; And He that hath loved me -- Died for me -- is there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ELEPHANT by HILAIRE BELLOC MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOREST FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER |