What needest thou? -- a few brief hours of rest Wherein to seek thyself in thine own breast; A transient silence wherein truth could say Such was thy constant hope, and this thy way? -- O burden of life that is A livelong tangle of perplexities! What seekest thou? -- a truce from that thou art; Some steadfast refuge from a fickle heart; Still to be thou, and yet no thing of scorn, To find no stay here, and yet not forlorn? -- O riddle of life that is An endless war 'twixt contrarieties. Leave this vain questioning. Is not sweet the rose? Sings not the wild bird ere to rest he goes? Hath not in miracle brave June returned? Burns not her beauty as of old it burned? O foolish one to roam So far in thine own mind away from home! Where blooms the flower when her petals fade, Where sleepeth echo by earth's music made, Where all things transient to the changeless win, There waits the peace thy spirit dwelleth in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRE, FAMINE AND SLAUGHTER. A WAR ECLOGUE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON COMMUNISTS; EPIGRAM by EBENEZER ELLIOTT HABEAS CORPUS by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON GETTYSBURG [JULY 1-3, 1863] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE ARCADIA: THE BARGAIN by PHILIP SIDNEY STEAMBOATS, VIADUCTS, AND RAILWAYS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE LAST MAN: ANTICIPATION OF EVIL TIDINGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |