THEY are waiting on the shore For the bark to take them home: They will toil and grieve no more; The hour for release hath come. All their long life lies behind Like a dimly blending dream: There is nothing left to bind To the realms that only seem. They are waiting for the boat; There is nothing left to do: What was near them grows remote, Happy silence falls like dew; Now the shadowy bark is come, And the weary may go home. By still water they would rest In the shadow of the tree: After battle sleep is best, After noise, tranquillity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEGRO'S TRAGEDY by CLAUDE MCKAY CINQUAIN: SUSANNA AND THE ELDERS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE WHITE ISLAND, OR PLACE OF THE BLEST by ROBERT HERRICK BINSEY POPLARS (FELLED 1879) by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON SOME LINES OF LOPE DE VEGA by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) VENICE by JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS |