Three things I beg of Life to let me keep: Rare strength, which through dark storm will safely last— Until my soul's dire need of it is past— Because its main pilasters reach so deep; Initiative, with eager, circling sweep Of wings. ... High courage, of the keen enthusiast Who even in his dreams can hear the blast Of trumpet calls that urge him up the steep. Real strength endures ... initiative impels, And flaming courage molds a dauntless heart. Dynamic power these give—and self-release. With them, the world's great inner citadels Are mine ... gay plumed adventure they impart To Life—while traveling toward the Sunset Peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE FOR WOLFRAM by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, OF SADDLEBACK IN CUMBERLAND by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SPIRIT OF NATURE by RICHARD REALF |