Those stars that drown their light in two dark lakes Of parted hair, and make your pale brow paler, -- Those stars far from a world that each day wakes To madder strife with wilder winds that veil her, -- In unimagined distance poised and clear, Deaf to the bed-cry and the prison call, Envied of drudge and footsore harvester, -- They are the fiercest toilers of us all. And you who make men dream of roads that end, -- Of cool, green grass beside a shaded door, -- Of wondrous silence tender as a friend, And still delights that sweeten the heart's core, -- You toil behind your smile like seas that crave To beat a world to sand with every wave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUNG LINCOLN by EDWIN MARKHAM CLOTHES by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER BATTLE HYMN OF THE RUSSIAN REPUBLIC by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A WARRIOR'S PRAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE WHITE HOUSE by CLAUDE MCKAY |