I was a harness horse, Constrained to travel weak or strong, With orders from oppressing force, Push along, push along. I had no space of rest, And took at forks the roughest prong, Still by the cruel driver pressed, Push along, push along. Vain strove the idle bird, To charm me with her artless song, But pleasure lingered from the word, Push along, push along. The order of the day Was push, the peal of every tongue, The only word was all the way, Push along, push along. Thus to my journey's end, Had I to travel right or wrong, 'Till death my sweet and favored friend, Bade me from life to push along. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: HOME TO FARGO by KAREN SWENSON PALABRAS CARINOSAS (SPANISH AIR) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE BRAVE OLD OAK by HENRY FOTHERGILL CHORLEY SONNET by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE LAMENT OF THE FLOWERS by JONES VERY TO DEATH OF HIS LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON WHITE FOR MOURNING by AL-FATA AL-KAFIF |