Now at last I have come to see what life is, Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun, And the brave victories that seem so splendid Are never really won. Even love that I built my spirit's house for, Comes like a brooding and a baffled guest, And music and men's praise and even laughter Are not so good as rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 16 by JAMES JOYCE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LAMBERT HUTCHINS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN EQUAL SACRIFICE by ROBERT FROST THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW HER EYES TWIN POOLS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL WORDS INTO WORDS WON'T GO by CLARENCE MAJOR |