WILL they ever come to me, ever again, The long long dances, On through the dark till the dawn-stars wane? Shall I feel the dew on my throat, and the stream Of wind in my hair? Shall our white feet gleam In the dim expanses? Oh, feet of a fawn to the greenwood fled, Alone in the grass and the loveliness; Leap of the hunted, no more in dread, Beyond the snares and the deadly press: Yet a voice still in the distance sounds, A voice and a fear and a haste of hounds; O wildly labouring, fiercely fleet, Onward yet by river and glen . . . Is it joy or terror, ye storm-swift feet? . . . To the dear lone lands untroubled of men, Where no voice sounds, and amid the shadowy green The little things of the woodland live unseen. What else is Wisdom? What of man's endeavour Or God's high grace, so lovely and so great? To stand from fear set free, to breathe and wait; To hold a hand uplifted over Hate; And shall not Loveliness be loved for ever? Happy he, on the weary sea Who hath fled the tempest and won the haven. Happy whoso hath risen, free, Above his striving. For strangely graven Is the orb of life, that one and another In gold and power may outpass his brother. And men in their millions float and flow And seethe with a million hopes as leaven; And they win their Will, or they miss their Will, And their hopes are dead or are pined for still; But whoe'er can know, As the long days go, That To Live is happy, hath found his Heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE WILDERNESS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE PILGRIM FATHERS by JOHN PIERPONT LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AT A COWBOY DANCE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS I WOULD BE THE SUN by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE PILGRIM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WHITENESS, OR CHASTITY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |