What wonder that I swore a prophet's oath Of after days. . . . I push'd the boughs apart, I stood, look'd forth, and then look'd back, all loath To leave my shadow'd wood. I gathered heart From very fearfulness; with sudden start I plunged in the arena; stood a wild Uncertain thing, all artless, in all art. . . . The brave approved, the fair lean'd fair and smiled, -- True lions touch with velvet-touch a timid child. But now enough of men. Enough, brief day Of tinsel'd life. The court, the castle gate That open'd wide along the pleasant way, The gracious converse of the kingly great Had made another glad and well elate With all. A word of thanks; but I am grown Aweary. . . . I am not of this estate; The poor, the plain brave border-men alone Were my first love, and these I will not now disown. I know a grassy slope above the sea, The utmost limit of the westmost land. In savage, gnarl'd, and antique majesty The great trees belt about the place, and stand In guard, with mailed limb and lifted hand, Against the cold approaching civic pride. The foamy brooklets seaward leap; the bland Still air is fresh with touch of wood and tide, And peace, eternal peace, possesses, wild and wide. Here I return, here I abide and and rest; Some flocks and herds shall feed along the stream; Some corn and climbing vines shall make us blest With bread and luscious fruit. . . . The sunny dream Or wampum men in moccasins that seem To come and go in silence, girt in shell, Before a sun-clad cabin-door, I deem The harbinger of peace. Hope weaves her spell Again about the wearied heart, and all is well. Here I shall sit in sunlit life's decline Beneath my vine and somber verdant tree. Some tawny maids in other tongues than mine Shall minister. Some memories shall be Before me. I shall sit and I shall see, That last vast day that dawn shall reinspire, The sun fall down upon the farther sea, Fall wearied down to rest, and so retire, A splendid sinking isle of far-off fading fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: 'EQUALITY OF SACRIFICE' by RUDYARD KIPLING THE PHILOSOPHER by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY HIMALAYA by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG SUPPLICATION by MARGARET H. BRANDON BEAUTY CRUCIFIED by ANNA SHAW BUCK SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 12 by BLISS CARMAN |