THEY throng from the east and the west, The north and the south, with a song; To golden abodes of their rest They throng. Eternity stretches out long: Time, brief at its worst or its best, Will quit them of ruin and wrong. A rainbow aloft for their crest, A palm for their weakness made strong: As doves breast all winds to their nest, They throng. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 50 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE PLAYERS ASK FOR A BLESSING ON THE PSALTERIES AND ON THEMSELVES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A CHRISTMAS CAROL by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND RECESSIONAL by RUDYARD KIPLING THE WANDERING JEW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AN ALPINE DESCENT by SAMUEL ROGERS |