COURAGE, my Soul! now to the silent wood Alone we wander, there to seek our food In the wild fruits, and woo our dreamless sleep On soft boughs gathered deep. There loud authority in folly bold, And tongues that stammer with disease of gold, And murmur of the windy world shall cease, Nor echo through our peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MR. HOUSMAN'S MESSAGE by EZRA POUND EPIGRAM: TO FOOL, OR KNAVE by BEN JONSON ALMA MATER by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN CHARITY IN THOUGHT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Z IS FOR ZANY by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES FOUR VALENTINES by CHARLES KELLOGG FIELD |