BE wise, my Sorrow! Keep thee now more still; Thou didst desire evening--lo! 'tis near; Dark misty shadows all the city fill, Bringing to some relief, to some a tear. While the vile herd of men their moments kill 'Neath lust of pleasure, tyranny severe, And reap remorse in the pursuit of ill, My Sorrow, place thy hand in mine--come here Far from them. See the years long dead, lean down From heaven's high walls, in antiquated gown, Regret, with smiles, springs from the depths to sight. The dying sun sinks 'neath an arch to rest, Like a long shroud drawn eastward to the west, Hear, hear, dear friend, the steps of welcome night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CORN SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MY GARDEN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE SECRETARY; WRITTEN AT THE HAGUE, 1696 by MATTHEW PRIOR AUTUMN SONG by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI JOHN MAYNARD by HORATIO ALGER JR. A SONNET. OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |