WHEN the day is growing old And the stars their vigils keep, Lo, a gentle voice within Calling to the fold of sleep. Whither, thither, know I not: His the silence, His the care, When my soul is called to rest, Shepherded by quiet prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLACES: 2. FULL MOON (SANTA BARBARA) by SARA TEASDALE NO SECOND TROY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ONCE IN A WAY by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM THE MYSTIC by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY THE CYNOTAPH by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONG OF THE SUPERMAN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE LIVE IN THE PRESENT by SARAH KNOWLES BOLTON |