THOU art the Way. Hadst Thou been nothing but the goal, I cannot say If Thou hadst ever met my soul. I cannot see -- I, child of process -- if there lies An end for me, Full of repose, full of replies. I'll not reproach The road that winds, my feet that err, Access, Approach Art Thou, Time, Way, and Wayfarer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 32. THERE'S NO DEFENCE AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES TO ENGLAND (2) by GEORGE HENRY BOKER SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 11 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THINKING OF SAINTS AND OF PETRONIUS ARBITHE by MARY BUTTS (1890-1937) THE OLD MEN AND THE YOUNG MEN by WITTER BYNNER |