Sweet are the days we wander with no hope Along life's labyrinthine trodden way, With no impatience at the steep's delay, Nor sorrow at the swift-descended slope. Why this inane curiosity to grope In the dim dust for gems' unmeaning ray? Why this proud piety, that dares to pray For a world wider than the heaven's cope? Farewell, my burden! No more will I bear The foolish load of my fond faith's despair, But trip the idle race with careless feet. The crown of olive let another wear; It is my crown to mock the runner's heat With gentle wonder and with laughter sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1809) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PRESIDENT GARFIELD by GEORGE SANTAYANA EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: 'EQUALITY OF SACRIFICE' by RUDYARD KIPLING GREEK ARCHITECTURE by HERMAN MELVILLE FIRST FIG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TO THE DAISY (3) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SONG-TIME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |