LET us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown; Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land, Broods like an owl; we cannot understand Laughter or tears, for we have only known Surpassing vanity: vain things alone Have driven our perverse and aimless band. Let us go hence, somewhither strange and cold, To Hollow Lands where just men and unjust Find end of labour, where's rest for the old, Freedom to all from love and fear and lust. Twine our torn hands! O pray the earth enfold Our life-sick hearts and turn them into dust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREAT RACE PASSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OF THE THEME OF LOVE by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH MY LITTLE DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE TRAIL OF NINETY-EIGHT by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE A SOUL'S SOLILOQUY by WENONAH STEVENS ABBOTT TWO SONNETS FROM NEW YORK: TOWERS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER THE WEDDING DAY; OR, THE BUCCANEER'S CURSE; A FAMILY LEGEND by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |