JUST for an hour you crossed my life's dull track, Put my ignobler dreams to sudden shame, Went your bright way, and left me to fall back On my own world of poorer deed and aim; To fall back on my meaner world, and feel Like one who, dwelling 'mid some smokedimmed town, -- In a brief pause of labour's sullen wheel, -- 'Scaped from the street's dead dust and factory's frown, -- In stainless daylight saw the pure seas roll, Saw mountains pillaring the perfect sky: Then journeyed home, to carry in his soul The torment of the difference till he die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HERITAGE by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT SHE SHALL NOT GUESS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SUBMARINE BADINAGE by BERTON BRALEY ROMAN WOMEN by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN HOME, SWEET HOME WITH VARIATIONS: 5. OLIVER GOLDSMITH by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER WRETTEN MY ME ON THE DEATH OF MY CHILD PERIGRENE PAYLER by MARY CAREY PORTRAIT OF A VERY OLD MAN by SARA CARSLEY |