THE road I traveled yesterday, Its walls are straight and high, And all along its trammelled way Old loves and sorrows lie, Fallen to dust and bones, and hid Each with a mould-heaped coverlid. @3Then why lament when earth is young, And summer blossoming? Many the songs that are not sung For my mute lips to sing! Many the dreams, like birds in air, That skim o'er the Road to Everywhere!@1 The road I travel on today Is fair and very wide, Beside it blooms the hawthorne-spray And the deep country-side; The daisies shake above my feet, And the light wind breathes pure and sweet. @3But broader far the dim blue space, The hills, the singing wind; Toward them, my soul, oh, turn thy face, And set thy feet to find,— And on for the wild, high things to dare, That throng o'er the Road to Everywhere!@1 The rimless Road to Everywhere, Its ways are broad and free, A starry track, a cloudy stair, A cliff-path by the sea: Road of the heart, beneath my feet, That grows but as my footsteps beat! @3Why should today and yesterday With shadows drag me down, When all the world is a royal way That leads to a royal town,— To the dream-tomorrow that waits me there At the end of the Road to Everywhere!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOOTH'S PHILIPPI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LAKE BOATS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO THE FAIR CLARINDA, WHO MADE LOVE TO ME by APHRA BEHN THE WILLIAM P. FRYE [FEBRUARY 28, 1915] by JEANNE ROBERT FOSTER THE GLORIOUS TOUCHDOWN by GEORGE ADE ON BEING ASKED IF ONE WAS A NUMBER, REPLY TO MR. HOUGHTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 33 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |