WHEN the Bridegroom comes with a surging sound, And the wheels of His saints are as wind on the sands; When the hills and the valleys break forth and sing, And the trees are clapping their hands: When the ships of Tarshish are safely moored, And our sons and our daughters come from afar— When Sharon's shepherds are folding flocks, And the myrtle displays her star: When the warriors ride on their horses white, And the foremost is called "the Faithful and True"— Will He chide if, ere I embrace His feet, I run and catch hands with you? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EMERSON by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE GRATIANA DANCING AND SINGING by RICHARD LOVELACE A TEAMSTER'S FAREWELL by CARL SANDBURG THE END OF IT by FRANCIS THOMPSON THE INNER VISION by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |