The embers of the day are red Beyond the murky hill. The kitchen smokes: the bed In the darkling house is spread: The great sky darkens overhead, And the great woods are shrill. So far have I been led, Lord, by Thy will: So far I have followed, Lord, and wondered still. The breeze from the embalmed land Blows sudden toward the shore, And claps my cottage door. I hear the signal, Lord -- I understand. The night at Thy command Comes. I will eat and sleep and will not question more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FALLEN STAR by GEORGE DARLEY THE OLD SWIMMIN'-HOLE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY TO A SHADE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS INVITATION by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS A PSALM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON THE BIRTHDAY OF WASHINGTON by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |