Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A RAMBLER'S REVERIE, by MARCUS S. C. RICKARDS


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A RAMBLER'S REVERIE, by                    
First Line: We wander up a golden lane
Last Line: For back none ever strays.
Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Thought; Time; Fall; Thinking


WE wander up a golden lane
That circles to a mountain plain
With peaks that spire aloft;
For tempting berries in rare show
That round the fertile lowlands grow,
Fast ripening in the autumn glow,
We linger long and oft.

Gay hearts, we hold our sunny way
While music leaves each lip, to stray
In faery echoes round:
Bewitched by gleam and perfumed breeze
We "lotos-eaters" bask in ease;
All thorny stress we shun, to seize
The fruit no brambles bound.

Tho' for one mellow prize a score
Half ripe will harm us, tho' no more
We sweep the teeming hedge --
Tho' mid the briers, as by stealth,
Profusion peeps in purple wealth,
Fraught with no injury to health,
Of fruitful toil the pledge.

Vain triflers we, true type of those
Whose Paradise is base repose;
Who skirt the realm of Thought,
For ever children -- tho' adult --
Disdainful of the ripe result
Of latent germ, and growth occult,
By wise deep thinkers taught.

Ay, and true emblem we of all
Who, duped by sense's weakening thrall,
Neglect each bracing chance --
Pluck mirth at cost of after sigh,
Hid opportunities deny,
Potential pain-wrought bliss pass by
With half-averted glance.

To height o'er height our souls must climb,
Each teeming with new wealth that Time
Shall open to new gaze.
Earth's plenty ripens to endow
Man for the Mount's first level brow:
This Life-lane is but traversed now;
For back none ever strays.





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