Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EVENING TEARS AND MORNING SONGS, by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL Poet's Biography First Line: In the evening there is weeping Last Line: God shall wipe thy tears away! Subject(s): Healing; Cures | ||||||||
IN the evening there is weeping, Lengthening shadows, failing sight; Silent darkness slowly creeping Over all things dear and bright. In the evening there is weeping, Lasting all the twilight through; Phantom shadows, never sleeping, Wakening slumbers of the true. In the morning cometh singing, Cometh joy and cometh sight, When the sun ariseth, bringing Healing on his wings of light. In the morning cometh singing, Songs that ne'er in silence end, Angel minstrels ever bringing Praises new with thine to blend. Are the twilight shadows casting Heavy glooms upon thy heart? Soon in radiance everlasting Night forever shall depart. Art thou weeping, sad and lonely Through the evening of thy days? All thy sighing shall be only Prelude of more perfect praise. Darkest hour is nearest dawning, Solemn herald of the day; Singing cometh in the morning, God shall wipe thy tears away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE VOLUME MISSING by RITA DOVE READING HOLDERLIN ON THE PATIO WITH THE AID OF A DICTIONARY by RITA DOVE BANGLA DESH: 2. THE BLOOD IN MY EYES by FAIZ AHMED FAIZ VACATION: CALIFORNIA COAST by ALBERT GOLDBARTH FOR MY DAUGHTER by DAVID IGNATOW FOR MY MOTHER ILL by DAVID IGNATOW WITH THE DOOR OPEN by DAVID IGNATOW NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE CONSECRATION HYMN by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL I DID THIS FOR THEE! WHAT HAST THOU DONE FOR ME? by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL A BIRTHDAY GREETING TO MY FATHER, 1860 by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL |
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