UNWEARIED the seasons come and go, Unfailing recur bud, leaf, fruit, snow. The vast blue solitude abides, Each walks alone below— Two seldom walk abreast. When the circle is rounded by the tides And the journey ends—who would not rest? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STARLING; SONNET by AMY LOWELL DEATH'S VALLEY by WALT WHITMAN CHRIST TO HIS SPOUSE by WILLIAM BALDWIN LILIES: 10. SOUL-PAIN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) BY WAY OF THE STARS by LEVI BISHOP |