I PACED the street at evening and my soul was fraught with fears, Haunted by sins and shadows and the ghosts of former years; I sought in the depths of darkness for a soothing anodyne, But no moon shone in the heavens and the glad stars did not shine; From the sombre leagues to eastward the wind came off the sea, Bringing balm to the senses, but not to the heart of me, And growing still more fearful, I turned about to go Back to my restless pillow with the burden of my woe. Then suddenly in the darkness a man walked by my side, Subtle and strange of figure, like one who had long since died; He made no sound in walking, and his lips gave forth no speech, And the hand that I extended he made no move to reach. My lips were dumb to question, for silence enthralled my soul, And thus we two walked homeward, and when we had reached the goal, I turned to find he had vanished, — and straight my soul was free From the ghosts and the sins and shadows, for Christ had walked with me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 4. THE DEAD by RUPERT BROOKE THE KING'S JEWEL by PHOEBE CARY THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS; OR, THE BRITISH SOLDIER IN CHINA by FRANCIS HASTINGS CHARLES DOYLE A PRAISE OF HIS LOVE by HENRY HOWARD ROUGE BOUQUET [MARCH 7, 1918] by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER BROODING GRIEF by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE |