Always the westward pageant; always man Following stars; an endless caravan Marching to hidden music some call dreams, Forever pressing forth in steady streams. Westward the trail that makes this planet's round -- Wagons and stars and men all outward bound -- The times the snows fall lightly as her mirth, Sappho's dark Venus cleaves unto this earth And like that gentle genius sheds soft rays Upon the caravan and sings its praise! O lonely trail that men have followed far, Impregnable, impassioned Evening Star; That some have known while others groped in dark, That some have held and fanned -- O hidden spark! -- That each and every soul has shed in flame That this processional might bear His name! All honor to the two rich human streams, The men who dream and those bereft of dreams; For stars are steady -- Is it so with man? Aye! it is so! -- March on, O Caravan! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF SWINBURNE by SARA TEASDALE FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES FALSE POETS AND TRUE; TO WORDSWORTH by THOMAS HOOD SONNET OF HIS LADY IN HEAVEN by JACOPO DA LENTINO STORY OF THE GATE by HARRISON ROBERTSON |