@3My brave world-builders of the West! Why, who doth know ye? Who shall know But I, that on thy peaks of snow Brake bread the first? Who loves ye best? Who holds ye still, of more stern worth Then all proud peoples of the earth? Yea, I, the rhymer of wild rhymes, Indifferent of blame or praise, Still sing of ye, as one who plays The same sweet air in all strange climes -- The same wild, piercing highland air, Because -- because, his heart is there.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ADMIRER by CLAUDIA EMERSON THE FALL OF HYPERION; A DREAM by JOHN KEATS CITIZEN OF THE WORLD by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE BRIDE by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE A LITTLE CHILD'S HYMN; FOR NIGHT AND MORNING by FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE ALCAICS: TO H. F. BROWN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |