Let Evening Come
Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down. . . .
Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down. . . .
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
. . .
“Light! more light! the shadows deepen,
And my life is ebbing low,
Throw the windows widely open: . . .
My head, my heart, mine Eyes, my life, nay more,
My joy, my Magazine of earthly store,
If two be one, as surely thou and I, . . .
Life, like a marble block, is given to all,
A blank, inchoate mass of years and days,
Whence one with ardent chisel swift essays . . .
Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
. . .
Lift ev’ry voice and sing,
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty; . . .
There are many people who come back
After the doctor has smoothed the sheet
Around their body . . .
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God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
. . .
She stands beside me, stands away,
the vague indifference
of her dreams. Dreaming, to go on, . . .