OLD man, upon the green hill-side, With yellow flowers besprinkled o'er, How long in silence wilt thou bide At this low stone door? 'I stoop: within 't is dark and still; But shadowy paths methinks there be, And lead they far into the hill?' 'Traveller, come and see.' ''T is dark, 't is cold, and hung with gloom; I care not now within to stay; For thee and me is scarcely room, I will hence away.' 'Not so, not so, thou youthful guest, Thy foot shall issue forth no more Behold the chamber of thy rest, And the closing door!' 'Oh! have I 'scaped the whistling ball, And striven on smoky fields of fight, And scaled the 'leaguered city's wall In the dangerous night; 'And borne my life unharmed still Through foaming gulfs of yeasty spray, To yield it on a grassy hill At the noon of day?' 'Peace! Say thy prayers, and go to sleep, Till SOME TIME, ONE my seal shall break And deep shall answer unto deep, When He crieth, "AWAKE!"' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FARE WELL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ARIZONA POEMS: 2. MEXICAN QUARTER by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER WITH AN ALBUM by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO STATECRAFT EMBALMED by MARIANNE MOORE LETTER TO MY SISTER by ANNE SPENCER THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 34. REMINDING HER OF A PROMISE (2) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |