I must have passed the crest a while ago And now I am going down. Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know -- But the brambles were always catching the hem of my gown. All the morning I thought how proud it would be To stand there straight as a queen -- Wrapped in the wind and the sun, with the world under me. But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen. It was nearly level along the beaten track And the brambles caught in my gown But it's no use now to think of turning back, The rest of the way will be only going down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GAMBOLS OF CHILDREN by GEORGE DARLEY PANDOSTO, THE TRIUMPH OF TIME: IN PRAISE OF HIS BEST-BELOVED FAWNIA by ROBERT GREENE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PETIT THE POET by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ROSY BOSOM'D HOURS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE HOLLY TREE by ROBERT SOUTHEY MANHATTAN ARMING by WALT WHITMAN ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 13. TO AUTHOR OF MEMOIRS OF HOUSE OF BRANDENBURGH by MARK AKENSIDE |