FORENOON and afternoon and night, -- Forenoon, And afternoon, and night, -- Forenoon, and -- what! The empty song repeats itself. No more? Yea, that is Life: make this forenoon sublime, This afternoon a psalm, this night a prayer, And Time is conquered, and thy crown is won. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FUCHSIA HEDGES IN CONNACHT by PADRAIC COLUM WINTER SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY TO THE DAUGHTER OF A NYMPH by AGNES COCHRAN BUAMBLETT TO A YOUNG FRIEND ON HIS ARRIVING AT CAMBRIDGE WET by WILLIAM COWPER THE THREE-CORNERED LOT by NATHALIA CRANE |