Poetry

DON'T STOP AT THE STATION DESPAIR.

Joaquin Miller


  • We must trust the Conductor, most surely;
  • Why, millions of millions before
  • Have made this same journey securely
  • And come to that ultimate shore.
  • And we, we will reach it in season;
  • And ah, what a welcome is there!
  • Reflect then, how out of all reason
  • To stop at the Station Despair.

  • Ay, midnights and many a potion
  • Of bitter black water have we
  • As we journey from ocean to ocean
  • From sea unto ultimate sea
  • To that deep sea of seas, and all silence
  • Of passion, concern and of care
  • That vast sea of Eden-set Islands
  • Don't stop at the Station Despair!

  • Go forward, whatever may follow,
  • Go forward, friend-led, or alone;
  • Ah me, to leap off in some hollow
  • Or fen, in the night and unknown
  • Leap off like a thief; try to hide you
  • From angels, all waiting you there!
  • Go forward; whatever betide you
  • Don't stop at the Station Despair!