Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

CreationEarth Nature Photos

The Night Cometh

 Cometh the night.
The wind falls low, The trees swing slowly to and fro: Around the church the headstones grey Cluster, like children strayed away But found again, and folded so.
No chiding look doth she bestow: If she is glad, they cannot know; If ill or well they spend their day, Cometh the night.
Singing or sad, intent they go; They do not see the shadows grow; "There yet is time," they lightly say, "Before our work aside we lay"; Their task is but half-done, and lo! Cometh the night.

by John McCrae
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - The Night ComethEmail Poem |
Comment below this ad.

Top John McCrae Poems

Analysis and Comments on The Night Cometh

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem The Night Cometh here.