May it be mine, ye gods, to tread, Secure in home-felt simple joy, By lowliest friends accompanied, And far from pleasures that would cloy, The path of quiet and of peace. Married to mountains, woods and streams, And when my mortal hours shall cease To slumber undisturbed of dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 15 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SONNET: 20 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE EUROPE; THE 72ND AND 73RD YEARS OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN A CLEAR NIGHT by KARLE WILSON BAKER THE SUMMONS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET VISION by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SONG by HELENE BUHLERT BULLOCK TO A YOUNG LADY ON HER RECOVERY FROM A FEVER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |