Perhaps they laughed at Dante in his youth, Told him that truth Had unappealably been said In the great masterpieces of the dead: -- Perhaps he listened and but bowed his head In acquiescent honour, while his heart Held natal tidings, -- that a new life is the part Of every man that's born, A new life never lived before, And a new expectant art; It is the variations of the morn That are forever, more and more, The single dawning of the single truth. So answers Dante to the heart of youth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WRECK OF THE CIRCUS TRAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING by EDITH SITWELL TO GERMANY by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT, FEBRUARY, 1885 by WALT WHITMAN MAUD MULLER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |