AND I shall lie alone at last, Clear of the stream that ran so fast, And feel the flower roots in my hair, And in my hands the roots of trees; Myself wrapt in the ungrudging peace That leaves no pain uncovered anywhere. What -- this hope left? this way not barred? This last best treasure without guard? This heaven free -- no prayers to pay? Fool -- are the Rulers of men asleep? Thou knowest what tears They bade thee weep, But, when peace comes, 'tis thou wilt sleep, not They. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE MEDAL; A SATIRE AGAINST SEDITION by JOHN DRYDEN TO JOHN DONNE (2) by BEN JONSON ELEGY BEFORE DEATH by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE APPROACH OF COLD WEATHER by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES THE FAERY FOSTER-MOTHER by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: AUTUMN by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |