After many years and long, Once again I hear the song Of the wildbirds in the branches singing free, And tho' old, and bent, and gray, My glad heart responds to-day As I turn to thoughts of youth, of love, of thee. I have crossed the great divide, I am on the sunset side, Looking down into the valley of the dead; But beyond the utmost rim Of the far horizon dim A light, as from an open door, is spread. It may lead I know not where, But I trust and pray that there Our spirits will attain a higher birth; That the hopes we cherished here Will within a brighter sphere Find fruition that they cannot find on earth. When the shadows pass away In the glory of that day, No love, like ours pure, will ever cease. Let us hail that coming time, In a dream of hope sublime— Hand in hand forever on the Path of Peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLEMING HELPHENSTINE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE DARKEST HOUR; OXFORD, 1917 by GEORGE SANTAYANA MOUNTAIN WATER by SARA TEASDALE THE WISE WOMAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A FORGOTTEN TUNE by PAUL VERLAINE WRITTEN IN EMERSON'S ESSAYS by MATTHEW ARNOLD |