GOING—the great round Sun, Dragging the captive Day Over behind the frowning hill, Over beyond the bay,— Dying: Coming—the dusky Night, Silently stealing in, Wrapping himself in the soft warm couch Where the golden-haired Day hath been Lying. Going—the bright, blithe Spring; Blossoms! how fast ye fall, Shooting out of your starry sky Into the darkness all Blindly! Coming—the mellow days: Crimson and yellow leaves; Languishing purple and amber fruits Kissing the bearded sheaves Kindly! Going—our early friends; Voices we loved are dumb; Footsteps grow dim in the morning dew; Fainter the echoes come Ringing: Coming to join our march,— Shoulder to shoulder pressed,— Gray-haired veterans strike their tents For the far-off purple West— Singing! Going—this old, old life; Beautiful world, farewell! Forest and meadow! river and hill! Ring ye a loving knell O’er us! Coming—a nobler life; Coming—a better land; Coming—a long, long, nightless day; Coming—the grand, grand Chorus!
Going and Coming
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VI. Consolation
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GOING—the great round Sun, Dragging the captive Day Over behind the frowning hill, Over beyond the bay,— Dying: Coming—the dusky Night, Silently stealing in, Wrapping himself in the soft warm couch Where the golden-haired Day hath been Lying. Going—the bright, blithe... |