MY short and happy day is done, The long and dreary night comes on, And at my door the pale horse stands To carry me to unknown lands. His whinny shrill, his pawing hoof, Sound dreadful as a gathering storm; And I must leave this sheltering roof And joys of Life so soft and warm. Tender and warm the joys of life, -- Good friends, the faithful and the true; My rosy children and my wife, So sweet to kiss, so fair to view, -- So sweet to kiss, so fair to view: The night comes down, the lights burn blue; And at my door the pale horse stands To bear me forth to unknown lands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANSWER TO MASTER WITHER'S SONG, 'SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR?' by BEN JONSON THE GHOSTS OF THE BUFFALOES by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY REQUIEM FOR ONE SLAIN IN BATTLE by GEORGE LUNT THE INDIAN'S WELCOME TO THE PILGRIM FATHERS by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY THE OLD LOBSTERMAN by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE |