VIRGIN, afar, those snowfields tower! And who so bold to limit hope Before he there hath lain an hour, And thence surveyed each weary slope? Man's spirit has alone been there, There waits for us with welcoming eyes. Heartened by our resolve to front Life's drizzling cant and sleet of lies, He ran before us; yea, he is The flower of our daring; we Gave him that quick sure foot and itch To tackle sheer immensity. We stumble and are left behind; We toil, our strength breaks, and we die; Yet those, whose loss meant gain for him, Have let all go without a sigh. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SICKNESS by CHARLES BUKOWSKI THE RUINED MAID by THOMAS HARDY MEMORY OF THE IRISH DEAD by JOHN KELLS INGRAM THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY [1621] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON THE GLASSES AND THE BIBLE by ST. CLAIR ADAMS |