IF life be bitter and if death be sweet Clasp hands with darkness, let thy lips Kiss out the sunlight, let thy feet Move down the shadowy eclipse: Too much of light there is, too much of day, Too little silence and too little dark; Deeper than life the flood flows on alway. Quench out thy light, tread out the tiny spark. If death be bitter and if life be sweet, Clasp hands with daylight, let thy hair Be soft with flowers, and let thy feet Move blithely down the dancer's stair: Too little light, alas, too little day Will bide for us on phantom wings of flight Before the sweeping onset of the gray Dim shadow-hordes, the Mongols of the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TIDE OF FAITH by MARY ANN EVANS WHEN THE COWS COME HOME by AGNES E. MITCHELL A HEART-HAUNTED HOME by JANE BARLOW DEBORAH: THE SONG OF DEBORAH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ISAIAH: FIFTY-SECOND CHAPTER by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE INGENIOUS OVERSOUL by GRACE EVELYN BROWN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 36 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |