EVENING falls: to numbered night Day succeeds; and dark and light I journey peering, praying for The promised city's golden door. Mountains barricade my track, Cataracts shout their sharp "Go back!" Up sheer cliffs my hacked path crawls, My spidery bridge sways over the falls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW THE CAMBODIAN BOX by KAREN SWENSON WIND AND WINDOW FLOWER by ROBERT FROST MY ORCHA'D IN LINDEN LEA by WILLIAM BARNES AN OLD BATTLE-FIELD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON EPITAPH FOR LINCOLN by WALT WHITMAN |