BENEATH the shadow of dawn's aerial cope, With eyes enkindled as the sun's own sphere, Hope from the front of youth in godlike cheer Looks Godward, past the shades where blind men grope Round the dark door that prayers nor dreams can ope, And makes for joy the very darkness dear That gives her wide wings play; nor dreams that fear At noon may rise and pierce the heart of hope. Then, when the soul leaves off to dream and yearn, May truth first purge her eyesight to discern What once being known leaves time no power to appall; Till youth at last, ere yet youth be not, learn The kind wise word that falls from years that fall -- "Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOSS ROSE by FRIEDRICH ADOLF KRUMMACHER MY LITTLE GIRL by SAMUEL MINTURN PECK IRELAND; A SEASIDE PORTRAIT by JOHN JAMES PIATT THE ORCHARD PIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MANHATTAN ARMING by WALT WHITMAN GOOD LUCK by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |