A poor - torn heart - a tattered heart - That sat it down to rest - Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West - Nor noticed Night did soft descend - Nor Constellation burn - Intent upon the vision Of latitudes unknown. The angels - happening that way This dusty heart espied - Tenderly took it up from toil And carried it to God - There - sandals for the Barefoot - There - gathered from the gales - Do the blue havens by the hand Lead the wandering Sails. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOATING MORMON by KAREN SWENSON THE CROPPY BOY: (A BALLAD OF '98) by WILLIAM B. MCBURNEY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 49. WILLOWWOOD (1) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE SMALL CELANDINE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |