My Anna, though thine earthly steps are done, Nor in the garden nor beside the door Shall I behold thee standing any more, I would not hide my face from light, nor shun The full completion of this worldly day. What though beside my feet no other one May set her own to walk the forward way, I will not fear to take the path alone, Loving for thy sake things that cheer and bless, Kind words, pure deeds, and gentlest charities. Nor will I cease to hold a hope and aim But, prophet-like, of these will make my bread And feed my soul at peace, as Esdras fed On flowers, until the vision and the glory came. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LADY POLTAGRUE: A PUBLIC PERIL by HILAIRE BELLOC A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST THE STARLING; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR CELSUS AT HADRIAN'S VILLA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EPILOGUE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |