THOUGH Night hath climbed her peak of highest noon, And bitter blasts the screaming autumn whirl, All night through archways of the bridged pearl, And portals of pure silver, walks the moon. Walk on, my soul, nor crouch to agony, Turn cloud to light, and bitterness to joy, And dross to gold with glorious alchemy, Basing thy throne above the world's annoy. Reign thou above the storms of sorrow and ruth That roar beneath; unshaken peace hath won thee; So shalt thou pierce the woven glooms of truth; So shall the blessing of the meek be on thee; So in thine hour of dawn, the body's youth, An honorable eld shall come upon thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RETREAT by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITOR WHEDON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT by HELEN SELINA SHERIDAN UNDERSTANDING by NIXON WATERMAN RODGERSON'S DOUG by WILLIAM AITKEN STAGE SETTING KANSAS by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON |