I. I Let not any withering Fate, Let not any withering Fate, With her all too sombre thread, With her all too sombre thread, Flying from the Ivory Gate, Flying from the Ivory Gate, Make thy soul discomforted: Make thy soul discomforted: From the nobler Gate of Horn, From the nobler Gate of Horn, Take the blessing of the morn. Take the blessing of the morn. Eyes bent full upon the goal, Eyes bent full upon the goal, Whatso be the prize of it: Whatso be the prize of it: Tireless feet, and crystal soul, Tireless feet, and crystal soul, With good heart, the salt of wit: With good heart, the salt of wit: These shall set thee in the clear These shall set thee in the clear Spirits' home and singing sphere. Spirits' home and singing sphere. Hush thy melancholy breath, Hush thy melancholy breath, Wailing after fair days gone: Wailing after fair days gone: Make thee friends with kindly Death, Make thee friends with kindly Death, That his long dominion, That his long dominion, With a not too bitter thrall, With a not too bitter thrall, Hold thee at the end of all. Hold thee at the end of all. Sorrow, angel of the night, Sorrow, angel of the night, Sorrow haughtily disdains Sorrow haughtily disdains Invocation by our light Invocation by our light Agonies, and passing pains: Agonies, and passing pains: Sorrow is but under pure Sorrow is but unto pure Cloven hearts their balm and cure. Cloven hearts their balm and cure. II. And yet, what of the sorrowing years, Their clouds and difficult event? II Here is a kindlier way than tears, And yet, what of the sorrowing years, A fairer way than discontent: Their clouds and difficult event? The passionate remembrances, Here is a kindlier way than tears, That wake at bidding of the air: A fairer way than discontent Fancies, and dreams, and fragrances, The passionate remembrances, That charmed us, when they were. That wake at bidding of the air: So breathed the hay, so the rose bloomed, Fancies, and dreams, and fragrances, Ah! what a thousand years ago! That charmed us, when they were. So long imprisoned and entombed, So breathed the hay, so the rose bloomed, Out of our hearts the old joys flow: Ah! what a thousand years ago! Peace! present sorrows: lie you still! So long imprisoned and entombed, You shall not grow to memories: Out of our hearts the old joys flow: The ancient hours live yet, to kill Peace! present sorrows: lie you still! The sorry hour, that is. You shall not grow to memories: The ancient hours live yet, to kill The sorry hour, that is. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOYS OF THE ROAD by BLISS CARMAN THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD by SAM WALTER FOSS TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE SECOND DAY: LADY WENTWORTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IN FLANDERS FIELDS by JOHN MCCRAE THE LIGHT THAT LIES by THOMAS MOORE THE CLOSING SCENE by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ WHEN I WAS YOUNG by IRMA TIBBETTS ANDREWS A DEFIANCE, RETURNING TO THE PLACE OF HIS PAST AMOURS by PHILIP AYRES |