Must all of worth be travailled for, and those Life's brightest stars rise from a troubled sea? Must years go by in sad uncertainty Leaving us doubting whose the conquering blows, Are we or Fate the victors? Time which shows All inner meanings will reveal, but we Shall never know the upshot. Ours to be Wasted with longing, shattered in the throes, The agonies of splendid dreams, which day Dims from our vision, but each night brings back; We strive to hold their grandeur, and essay To be the thing we dream. Sudden we lack The flash of insight, life grows drear and gray, And hour follows hour, nerveless, slack. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE WITH NOBODY IN IT by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE CHILDREN'S HOUR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FROM THE IONIAN ISLANDS by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES HARVEST MOON: 1914 by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY SHEEP AND LAMBS by KATHARINE TYNAN MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA by HENRY CLAY WORK A LULLABY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA |