We are of those who tremble at Thy word; Who faltering walk in darkness toward our close Of mortal life, by terrors curbed and spurred: We are of those. We journey to that land which no man knows Who any more can make his voice be heard Above the clamour of our wants and woes. Not ours the hearts Thy loftiest love hath stirred, Not such as we Thy lily and Thy rose: - Yet, Hope of those who hope with hope deferred, We are of those. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE CAN'T WRITE OURSELVES INTO ETERNAL LIFE by DAVID IGNATOW THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW THE CRESCENT MOON by AMY LOWELL TO GOD THE FATHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND |