I WALK darkly down the day, Sanguine, and yet never sure If the noon's abundant ray In its brightness shall endure; Brooding calm or crying storm, Sunrise glory, sunset splendor, Beauty in each shifting form, Grave or tender, -- Through them, time of frost or flower, Conscious every orbed hour, I walk darkly. I walk darkly down the night, Slave to marvel, questioning If the moon's ethereal light Be not some dream-builded thing; Under star on swirling star, Meteor dust and comet's fire, Vaults of purple faint and far Where expire Tiny wavering flecks of flame, Atom-points without a name, I walk darkly. I walk darkly; peace or stress, Crest of joy or depth of woe, I may grope and I may guess, Fancy, and yet never know. Just the husk of truth I grip, -- Heaped wisdom of the ages, Learning's mightiest fellowship, Saints and sages, -- In despite of each and all, What am I but folly's thrall Who walk darkly? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS DRUM TAPS TO HEAVEN by JAMES CHURCH ALVORD HONOUR'S MARTYR by EMILY JANE BRONTE POEM BY A PERFECTLY FURIOUS ACADEMICIAN by CHARLES WILLIAM SHIRLEY BROOKS |