NOW, the sowing and the weeping, Working hard and waiting long; Afterward, the golden reaping, Harvest home and grateful song. Now, the pruning, sharp, unsparing; Scattered blossom, bleeding shoot! Afterward, the plenteous bearing Of the Master's pleasant fruit. Now, the plunge, the briny burden, Blind, faint gropings in the sea; Afterward, the pearly guerdon That shall make the diver free. Now, the long and toilsome duty, Stone by stone to carve and bring; Afterward, the perfect beauty Of the palace of the King. Now, the tuning and the tension, Wailing minors, discord strong; Afterward, the grand ascension Of the Alleluia song. Now, the spirit conflict-riven, Wounded heart, unequal strife; Afterward, the triumph given, And the victor's crown of life. Now, the training, strange and lowly, Unexplained and tedious now: Afterward, the service holy, And the Master's "Enter thou!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOE HILL LISTENS TO THE PRAYING by KENNETH PATCHEN NURSE'S SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE LINES INSCRIBED UPON A CUP FORMED FROM A SKULL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON EIGHT O'CLOCK by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN AFTER THE WINTER by CLAUDE MCKAY |