Among the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and red crag and was amazed; On the beach where the long push under the endless tide maneuvers, I stood silent; Under the stars on the prairie watching the Dipper slant over the horizon's grass, I was full of thoughts. Great men, pageants of war and labor, soldiers and workers, mothers lifting their children-these all I touched, and felt the solemn thrill of them. And then one day I got a true look at the Poor, millions of the Poor, patient and toiling; more patient than crags, tides, and stars; innumerable, patient as the darkness of night-and all broken, humble ruins of nations. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER BLUEJAY by SARA TEASDALE THE DANCERS by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY MOTHER'S LOVE by THOMAS BURBIDGE OH! WEEP FOR THOSE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG by ANNIE CHAMBERS KETCHUM EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DRIFTER OFF TARENTUM by RUDYARD KIPLING SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LUCINDA MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |