Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TIRED, by ANONYMOUS


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First Line: "when the day with all its splendor, all its beauty, all its light"
Last Line: While with every heart-beat moaning for the priceless boon of rest!
Subject(s): Evening; Sunset;twilight


WHEN the day with all its splendor, all its beauty, all its light,
Fades away, and leaves us standing in the shadow of the night,
And we turn with wistful longing to the purple fields that lie
Where the sunlight in departing leaves its glory in the sky;
Piling up the clouds like bastions full of fire along the west,
And the early star of evening gleams upon their fading crest, --
Then we feel that something brighter, fairer still lies out of sight,
Where the beauty and the glory will not fade away in night;
And that somewhere in the distance, in the beautiful beyond,
Our beloved and departed hold us still by some sweet bond;
And across the gold and crimson of the evening's changeful track
We can almost hear the music of their voices floating back.

Tell me, dreamers, say, what is it that we feel but cannot know?
Why these cravings, half of rapture, half of sorrow, haunt us so?
What these pictures half immortal, ne'er described by brush or word,
By which all the human spirit of a mortal soul is stirred?

Tell me, prophet, do they lead us to the looked-for "by-and-by,"
Where no mortal eye has parted back the shades of prophecy?
Oh, ye dreamers! oh, ye prophets! what your dreams and prophecies,
What to me the light and fading of the ever-changing skies,
What to me the glorious beauty in the cloud-land in the west,
While with every heart-beat moaning for the priceless boon of REST!





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