There is a road in Flanders That runs a quiet way, And few there were that found it; And yet, at dusk of day, There were some feet that sought it, And loved its dust and loam, The feel of it beneath them: Men glad of going home. A little road and quiet, Not built for great affairs -- The sort of road for children, All sweet with evening airs. -- So many now have found it That knew so few before, But never the feet of home-glad men, Or children any more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 18 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING OLD POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE HARVEST MOON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LOUISA MAY ALCOTT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON |