Man the explorer, the eternal wanderer, Disdainful of woman, comfort, ease; Avid for glory as other men hunger for bread, Glory, the desolating food of the gods! The seer, fearing not the greatest of all terrors, The terror of being alone. Daring the solitude without even the meaner companionship Of drug and dram. Abstemious youth holding high vigil Between the sea and the stars. "I am Charles Lindbergh." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE AND TIME by WALTER RALEIGH UNDERSTANDING by NIXON WATERMAN THE LAMENTATION OF THE OLD PENSIONER (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS CIRCUMSTANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SEVERUS TO TIBERIUS GREATLY ENNUYE by JOSEPH AUSLANDER POLYHYMNIA: SONNET TO LADY FALKLAND UPON HER GOING TO INTO IRELAND by WILLIAM BASSE |