Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful day — I softly sing. And if the way grows darker still, Shadowed by Sorrow's somber wing, With glad defiance in my throat, I pierce the darkness with a note, And sing, and sing. I brood not over the broken past, Nor dread whatever time may bring; No nights are dark, no days are long, While in my heart there swells a song, And I can sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SWAN AND THE GOOSE by AESOP KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN by JULIA CRAWFORD FAREWELL TO LOVE by JOHN DONNE FORERUNNERS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THOUGHTS OF PHENA AT NEWS OF HER DEATH by THOMAS HARDY MARSYAS by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 23 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |