"ARISE, depart! for this is not your rest!" The voice fell strangely on the sleeping fold, As fell the starlight's quivering gold Upon the dusky lake's untroubled breast. And yet the Shepherd's hand had led them there, And made them to lie down amid the pastures fair. "Arise ye, and depart!" The morning rays Lit up the emerald slope and crystal pool, Sweet sustenance for many days, And quiet resting places, calm and cool. They knew not why nor whither, yet they went! His own hand put them forth, and so they were content. And so they followed Him, they could not stay When He had risen, the Shepherd good and fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIS LIME-TREE BOWER MY PRISON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ELEGY: 9. THE AUTUMNAL [BEAUTY] by JOHN DONNE FLOWER-GATHERING by ROBERT FROST THE SLAVE'S DREAM by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE TEMPERAMENTS by EZRA POUND |