To some, thoughts flying into futurity's cloud; To some, pale provings mocking time and space; To some, the puzzling out to-day's hoarse crowd; To each his own: I run a backward race. I have been wandering distant roads, have striven To win new comprehensions; much in vain. There's that within me cares not what is given By such migrations; of a stubborn grain, This Hodge-like serf and tyrant trudges on, Grudges and growls at all my innovations, Lets new things go to rack when I am gone On other errands, sticks to's old vocations. @3Caelum, non animum@1 -- nay, scarce he'll see An altered sky, and this, all said and done, I like him for; he'll sit by his old tree, To eat his bit of dinner, out of the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS I AM THE PEOPLE, THE MOB by CARL SANDBURG THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: MARRIAGE MORNING by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNET TO THE HUNGARIAN NATION by MATTHEW ARNOLD TRAVELLER BY NIGHT, SELECTION by JOANNA BAILLIE THE CANON OF AUGHRIM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |