DOWN dropped the sun upon the sea, The gradual darkness filled the land; Amid the twilight, silently, I felt the pressure of a hand. And a low voice: "Have courage, friend. Be of good cheer, 'tis not for long; He conquers who awaits the end, And dares to suffer and be strong." I have seen many a land since then, Known many a joy and many a pain. Victor in many a strife of men, Vanquished again and yet again. The ancient sorrow now is not, Since time can heal the keenest smart; Yet the vague memory, scarce forgot, Lingers deep down within the heart. Still, when the ruddy flame of gold Fades into gray on sea and land, I hear the low sweet voice of old, I feel the pressure of a hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS GHOSTS OF THE OLD YEAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE ROAD TO AVIGNON by AMY LOWELL LIKE A BULRUSH by MARIANNE MOORE PICKING AND CHOOSING by MARIANNE MOORE THREE SPRING NOTATIONS ON BIPEDS by CARL SANDBURG |