LONG time ago, we two set out, My soul and I. I know not why, For all our way was dim with doubt. I know not where We two may fare: Though still with every changing weather, We wander, groping on together. We do not love, we are not friends, My soul and I. He lives a lie; Untruth lines every way he wends. A scoffer he Who jeers at me: And so, my comrade and my brother, We wander on and hate each other. Ay, there be taverns and to spare, Beside the road; But some strange goad Lets me not stop to taste their fare. Knew I the goal Toward which my soul And I made way, hope made life fragrant: But no. We wander, aimless, vagrant! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IF WE MUST DIE by CLAUDE MCKAY THE HAYSTACK IN THE FLOODS by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE ROSE (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE TRAIL OF NINETY-EIGHT by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE INSPIRATION (2) by HENRY DAVID THOREAU A MORNING HYMN by CHARLES WESLEY THE WEAVER'S APPRENTICE by AL-RUSAFI |