A PLAIN in front of me, And there's the road Upon it. Wide country, And, too, the road! Past the first ridge another, And still the road Creeps on. Perhaps no other Ridge for the road? Ah! Past that ridge a third, Which still the road Has to climb furtherward -- The thin white road! Sky seems to end its track; But no. The road Trails down the hill at the back. Ever the road! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DOLL BELIEVERS by CLARENCE MAJOR COWSLIPS AND LARKS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES PRE-EXISTENCE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE YESTERDAY by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN JANUARY FULL MOON, YPRES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN LAMENT FOR OLD MEN by VERNE BRIGHT |