Allen D. Gray
ONE time, when day's last lingering ray had faded,
And murky clouds obscured each cheerful star,
And among the distant hills by darkness shaded,
I heard the whispering of the winds afar.
Upon the bridge that spanned a flowing river,
I stood and gazed upon the outward flow;
I saw the shadows on its bosom quiver,
Like phantoms rising from the depths below.
It tarried not a moment, downward sweeping,
Out toward the bosom of the deep, broad sea,
Whose mighty billows 'gainst the shores Were leaping,
Tossing their foaming spray perpetually.
Life is a current setting toward the ocean
Of the Unknown: that sea without a shore;
Where all the tumult of this world's commotion,
Is hushed to stillness in the evermore.
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