Clothed in your robes of brightest gold Before us all you stand; To those of us who would be strong, You hold an outstretched hand. You beckon toward a roadway wide, A road we all would wend; Beside whose edges flowers grow, And where bright beauties blend. You show us just the upward path That leads to ecstasy; But from the peak it must lead down To direst misery. It is a lovely route you show, It sets our hearts on fire; But when at last we pay the price, We'll hate you then, desire! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EMERSON by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE THE DEBT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE WORKHOUSE by GEORGE ROBERT SIMS INCIDENT CHARACTERISTIC OF A FAVOURITE DOG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE LINCOLN HOME by ZELLA ACKERMAN CORYDON'S SUPPLICATION TO PHILLIS by NICHOLAS BRETON |