IN that world we weary to attain, Love's furled banner floats at large unfurled; There is no more doubt and no more pain In that world. There are gems and gold and inlets pearled; There the verdure fadeth not again; There no clinging tendrils droop uncurled. Here incessant tides stir up the main, Stormy miry depths aloft are hurled: There is no more sea, or storm, or stain, In that world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRELIGHT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD TO A DEAD LOVER by LOUISE BOGAN AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUR WORLD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A MID-DAY DREAMER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |