Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE OLD SAINT, by EDWARD NOYES POMEROY First Line: The day is gone, the solemn night draws down Last Line: God's city with the mansions of the blest. Subject(s): Dreams; Old Age; Pilgrimages & Pilgrims; Rest; Sleep; Nightmares | ||||||||
The day is gone, the solemn night draws down; From the dim deeps their treasured splendors stream. She sleeps, like Jacob near the Syrian town; And earth and heaven commingle in her dream. Her faithful life is drawing to a close, Its labors and its cares she leaves behind; And mirror-like, her peaceful visage shows A trusting heart and a will disciplined. Low as the wavelets whisper to the sand, Soft as the moonlight's message to the sea, Low, soft, and sweet, here in the border-land, The mortal's call to immortality. She hears the mother-song of long ago, She breathes the verse that was her evening prayer; Her brow is whiter than the sifted snow, Her lips and heart are silent, she is there. There, where the troublings of the wicked cease; There, where the tired pilgrim is at rest; There, in the haven of eternal peace, God's city with the mansions of the blest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 18 by CONRAD AIKEN LIVE IT THROUGH by DAVID IGNATOW A DREAM OF GAMES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL APOLOGY FOR BAD DREAMS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GIVE YOUR WISH LIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE OLD CHURCH ON THE HILL by EDWARD NOYES POMEROY |
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