The woods were dark and the night was black, And only an owl could see the track; Yet the cheery driver made his way Through the great pine woods as if it were day. I asked him, "How do you manage to see? The road and the forest are one to me." "To me as well," he replied, "and I Can only drive by the path in the sky." I looked above, where the treetops tall Rose from the road like an ebon wall, And lo! a beautiful starry lane Wound as the road wound and made it plain. And since, when the path of my life is drear And all is blackness and doubt and fear, When the horrors of midnight are here below And I see not a step of the way to go, Then, ah! then I can look on high, And walk on earth by the path in the sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SMILE AS SMALL AS MINE by EMILY DICKINSON TO THE MEMORY OF THE BRAVE AMERICANS UNDER GENERAL GREENE by PHILIP FRENEAU THE STORY OF URIAH by RUDYARD KIPLING THE NEWLY WEDDED by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED AVE ATQUE VALE; IN MEMORY OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE CHOPIN'S NOCTURNE IN G MINOR by ARLO BATES |