THE long day is closing, Ah, why should you weep? 'T is thus that God gives His beloved ones sleep. I see the wide water So deep and so black, -- Love waits me beyond it, -- I would not go back! I would not go back Where its joys scarce may gleam, -- Where even in dreaming We know that we dream; For though life filled for me All measures of bliss, Has it anything better Or sweeter than this? I would not go back To the torment of fear, -- To the wastes of uncomfort When home is so near. Each night is a prison-bar Broken and gone, -- Each morning a golden gate, On, -- farther on! On, on toward the city So shining and fair; And He that hath loved me -- Died for me -- is there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUPPLIANT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LITTLE HILL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ODE ON SOLITUDE (FINAL PRINTED VERSION) by ALEXANDER POPE ONCE WITH DEATH NEAR by REBA MAXWELL AVERY FROM AN OFFICE WINDOW by FRANCES M. BALLARD TO A BIRD IN THE CITY by MATTHIAS BARR |