Let the dull wise ones Stay below and stare, Too dull to dream, Ever too wise to dare -- @3I, I have watched far eagles in the air!@1 Let them laugh now And gibe at dreams and wings! Who can be happy With accepted things -- @3I lift my eyes to where the Sun God swings!@1 Let each attain The sleekness of his sire, As he nods, safe, Beside his own hearthfire -- @3The rim of farthest space bounds my desire!@1 Aye, let them be -- Content to plow and plod, Each in the furrow That his forebears trod -- @3My eyes are free of serfdom to the sod!@1 Let them live out their lives -- Feed, breed and die; Children of Earth In Earth's deep bosom lie -- @3The kin of birds, of winds, of gods, am I!@1 Sky meadows call me From the trodden tracks; I glimpse far stars Above dull, bended backs -- @3Ah, what if dreams be dust, if wings be wax!@1 Once, if once only, I shall see and know! Faring the ether -- If it need be so, To splendid death -- @3on wings, on wings I go!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT KENNEBUNKPORT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ROBERT FROST RELATES THE DEATH OF THE TIRED MAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER WINTER'S EVENING HYMN TO MY FIRE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL COLUMBUS DYING [MAY 20, 1506] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 109 by PHILIP SIDNEY BY BLUE ONTARIO'S SHORE by WALT WHITMAN |