IN the evening there is weeping, Lengthening shadows, failing sight; Silent darkness slowly creeping Over all things dear and bright. In the evening there is weeping, Lasting all the twilight through; Phantom shadows, never sleeping, Wakening slumbers of the true. In the morning cometh singing, Cometh joy and cometh sight, When the sun ariseth, bringing Healing on his wings of light. In the morning cometh singing, Songs that ne'er in silence end, Angel minstrels ever bringing Praises new with thine to blend. Are the twilight shadows casting Heavy glooms upon thy heart? Soon in radiance everlasting Night forever shall depart. Art thou weeping, sad and lonely Through the evening of thy days? All thy sighing shall be only Prelude of more perfect praise. Darkest hour is nearest dawning, Solemn herald of the day; Singing cometh in the morning, God shall wipe thy tears away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 1 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE LETTER; EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE RUINS OF CORINTH by ANTIPATER OF SIDON NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 19 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT RECIPROCAL KINDNESS THE PRIMARY LAW OF NATURE by VINCENT BOURNE FRA GIACOMO by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN |