HAIL, thou who shinest from the Moon And walketh through the crowded night Lifting high thy torch! I also come, a Shining Soul Standing firm upon my feet Despite my shadowy foes. Open wide the Gate of Death For me who bear the Rod of Gold Victorious through the Dark! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHERE MY BOOKS GO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SPRING AND FALL: TO A YOUNG CHILD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON HIS BEING [OR, HAVING] ARRIVED AT THE AGE OF TWENTY-THREE by JOHN MILTON ISAAC AND ARCHIBALD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 5. THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON OF A FAIR LADY PLAYING WITH A SNAKE by EDMUND WALLER |