One can get used to levels, -- he can see On any side a wide horizon stare With out an arching eyebrow anywhere Over wide marshes crying for a tree; And he can glide through any day's routine With measured step, until a sudden view Of undulating clouds against the blue Features a hillside pasture, wide and clean. One can get used to levels, -- if he must; But when his first adventures all were made With swift allowance for a changing grade. And deadly horizontals held in trust, -- The accustomed knock upon his dreary door May wake no step along the even floor. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GRAVE OF A POETESS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE BEGINNER by RUDYARD KIPLING RECONCILIATION by WALT WHITMAN AFTER CONSTRUING by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES VINE DE PUY by LEVI BISHOP |