Turn down the lamp; my life is done. The fitful moments drift to ease -- Rosemary for the dreams that died, And mignonette for cherished hopes. Turn down the lamp; my soul gains life; I rise above the narrow pale Of cities bought with gold and slime, I spread my sorrow strengthened wings Above the armies of the world, In quest of kingdoms built in youth. The hour of death that men call life Is closing as a troubled dream, The flame within my lamp is low, I seek eternal liberty, The freedom of the endless sky. Good nurse, enfold my arms, And cool the fever of my brow, My hour has come, turn down the lamp. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HEGIRA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL CHILD OF MY HEART by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: THE GOVERNOR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 4. DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH LYGDAMUS by EZRA POUND |