SOMEDAY: -- So many tearful eyes Are watching for thy dawning light; So many faces toward the skies Are weary of the night! So many failing prayers that reel And stagger upward through the storm, And yearning hands that reach and feel No pressure true and warm. So many hearts whose crimson wine Is wasted to a purple stain And blurred and streaked with drops of brine Upon the lips of Pain. Oh, come to them! -- these weary ones! Or if thou still must bide a while, Make stronger yet the hope that runs Before thy coming smile: And haste and find them where they wait -- Let summer-winds blow down that way, And all they long for, soon or late, Bring round to them, someday. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY I WRITE NOT OF LOVE by BEN JONSON THE BABIE by JEREMIAH EAMES RANKIN ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 39 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JANUARY by EDMUND SPENSER THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MOVING ROCKS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS LULLABY IN BETHLEHEM by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A LESSON IN HUMILITY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THOMAS A KEMPIS: DE IMITATIONE CHRISTI by RICHARD ROGERS BOWKER |