Because thou hast believed, the wheels of life Stand never idle, but go always round: Not by their hands, who vex the patient ground, Moved only; but genius, in the strife Of all its chafing torrents after thaw, Urged; and to feed whose movement, spinning sand, The feeble sons of pleasure set their hand: And, in this vision of the general law, Hast labored with the foremost, hast become Laborious, persevering, serious, firm; For this, thy track, across the fretful foam Of vehement actions without scope or term, Called history, keeps a splendor: due to wit, Which saw one clue to life, and followed it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOLUTIONS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN BINSEY POPLARS (FELLED 1879) by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ROBINSON CRUSOE by MOTHER GOOSE THE CRADLE SONG OF THE POOR by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER HESPERUS THE BRINGER by SAPPHO LITTLE GOLDENHAIR by F. BURGE SMITH AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |