A voice said: "Follow, follow:" and I rose And followed far into the dreamy night, Turning my back upon the pleasant light. It led me where the bluest water flows, And would not let me drink; where the corn grows I dared not pause, but went uncheered by sight Or touch; until at length in evil plight It left me, wearied out with many woes. Some time I sat as one bereft of sense: But soon another voice from very far Called: "Follow, follow:" and I rose again. Now on my night has dawned a blessed star; Kind, steady hands my sinking steps sustain, And will not leave me till I shall go hence. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT TOMAS AN BUILE SAID IN A PUB by JAMES STEPHENS FALSE FRIEND by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 2. THE FLOWER ASLEEP by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LES MORTS VONT VITE by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER THE FAIRY OF THE DELL by ALICE CARY TO A TERRIER by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |