I'VE lived my life some seventy weary years, And, gathered up on my extreme verge of Time, Lie looking with blind eyes on the dark sea. When I looked first at life as now at death My eyes were like two suns shining in strength That pierced with sudden glory all they saw. And "I will live a glorious life," I said, "I will climb heights, I will shine out afar. My 'meant to be' complete in my 'I am.'" I am -- what am I? weary, sad, and old, I've failed, am weary, failed, and sad, and old; My light is quenched, 'tis dark, all dark within, I look at death and death glooms back on me. Father, what is't? a voice -- does it come from Thee, Dost Thou remember? Canst Thou pity me? "Each shall be all I meant in My great day, Thou hast not failed, " God, do I hear Thee say, "But seven times purified, art sevenfold dear, And I've ten cities waiting for thee here." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE STREET-CRIES: 2. THE SHIP OF EARTH by SIDNEY LANIER DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |