Rend hearts and rend not garments for our sins; Gird sackcloth not on body but on soul; Grovel in dust with faces toward the goal Nor won, nor neared: he only laughs who wins. Not neared the goal, the race too late begins; All left undone, we have yet to do the whole; The sun is hurrying west and toward the pole Where darkness waits for earth with all her kins. Let us today while it is called today Set out, if utmost speed may yet avail -- The shadows lengthen and the light grows pale: For who thro' darkness and the shadow of death, Darkness that may be felt, shall find a way, Blind-eyed, deaf-eared, and choked with failing breath? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NERVES by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS THE CASTLE BY THE SEA by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND I HAVE SEEN by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE RAJPOOT WIFE by EDWIN ARNOLD THE SHADOWED ROAD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 23. THE SHEPHERD'S PSALM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AVELINGLAS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |