Not with a flash that rends the blue
Shall fall the avenging sword.
Gently as the evening dew
Descends the mighty Lord.
His dreadful balances are made
To move with moon and tide;
Yet shall not mercy be afraid
Nor justice be denied.
The dreams that seemed to waste away,
The kindliness forgot,
Were singing in your heart today
Although you knew them not.
The sun shall not forget his road,
Nor the high stars their rhyme,
The traveller with the heavier load
Has one less hill to climb.
And, though a darker shadow fall
On every struggling age,
How shall it be if, after all,
He share our pilgrimage?
The end we mourn is not the end.
The dust has nimble wings.
But truth and beauty have a friend
At the deep heart of things.
He will not speak? What friend belies
His love with idle breath?
We read it in each others' eyes,
And ask no more in death.
The end we mourn is not the end. The dust has nimble wings. But truth and beauty have a friend At the deep heart of things. a very good poem. tony
The end we mourn is not the end. The dust has nimble wings. But truth and beauty have a friend At the deep heart of things...........philosophical stanza; have a great deal of depth of life here
A very contemplative poem of sheer profundity echoing in the annals of time to eternity.
Justice! ! Balances; Struggling along. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Noyes' last poem, " Ballade of the Breaking Shell" , was written in May 1958, one month before his death. He died at the age of 77, and is buried in the Roman Catholic cemetery at Freshwater, Isle of Wight.This is in his BIO last part. Excellent poem have I read here, Congratulations on being chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day, my felicitations go to the family of the late Classic poet. Rest In Peace dear poet.