Charon, cease your constant rowing Still your oars at my behest, On these waters darkly flowing. Death is like a damp wind blowing Cold and icy in my breast. Charon, cease your constant rowing. Here I wandered, scarcely knowing I must cross as all the rest On these waters darkly flowing. Was it Life that I was throwing Wastefully about in jest? Charon, cease your constant rowing. Courage, Soul, would you be showing Cowardice in this last test On these waters darkly flowing? Light is fading, Life is going, What awaits me in this quest? Charon, cease your constant rowing On these waters darkly flowing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: REV. PERCY FERGUSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HILDRUP TUBBS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: HOME TO FARGO by KAREN SWENSON OFFICE PARTY: DISTAFF VIEW by KAREN SWENSON ROAST LEVIATHAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |