Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | August 10, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Journey’s End

by Cicely Fox Smith (1882 – 1954).

Journey’s End

When the long day’s tramp is over, when the journey’s done,

I shall dip down from some hilltop at the going down o’ the sun,

And turn in at the open door, and lay down staff and load,

And wash me clean of the heat o’ day, and white dust o’ the road.


There shall I hear the restless wind go wandering to and fro                               5

That sings the old wayfaring song — the tune that the stars know;

Soft shall I lie and well content, and I shall ask no more

Than just to drowse and watch the folks turn in at the open door.


To hail the folk I used to know, that trudged with me in the dust,

That warmed their hands at the same fire, and ate o’ the same crust,            10

To know them safe from the cold wind and the drenching rain,

Turn a little, and wake a little, and so to sleep again.



Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s


%d bloggers like this: