HE is the happy wanderer, who goes Singing upon his way, with eyes awake To every scene, with ears alert to take The sweetness of all sounds; who loves and knows The secrets of the highway, and the rose Holds fairer for the wounds the briars make; Who welcomes rain, that he his thirst may slake, -- The sun, because it dries his dripping clothes; Treasures experience beyond all store, Careless if pain or pleasure he shall win, So that his knowledge widens more and more Ready each hour to worship or to sin; Until tired, wise, content, he halts before The sign o' the Grave, a cool and quiet inn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG: SO OFTEN, SO LONG I HAVE THOUGHT by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE FAT LADY by HAYDEN CARRUTH ECSTASY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MANY SOLDIERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |