HE is the happy wanderer, who goes Singing upon his way, with eyes awake To every scene, with ears alert to take The sweetness of all sounds; who loves and knows The secrets of the highway, and the rose Holds fairer for the wounds the briars make; Who welcomes rain, that he his thirst may slake, -- The sun, because it dries his dripping clothes; Treasures experience beyond all store, Careless if pain or pleasure he shall win, So that his knowledge widens more and more Ready each hour to worship or to sin; Until tired, wise, content, he halts before The sign o' the Grave, a cool and quiet inn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ADMIRER by CLAUDIA EMERSON VAIN TEARS, FR. THE QUEEN OF CORINTH by JOHN FLETCHER A LEGEND OF BREGENZ by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER ON KEAN'S HAMLET by WASHINGTON ALLSTON MONA LISA by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS TO H. M. by FRANCIS BARNARD (20TH CENTURY) |