THIS earth resembles a highway vast, We men are the trav'llers along it; On foot and on horseback we hurry on fast, And as runners or couriers throng it. In passing each other, we nod and we greet With our handkerchiefs waved from the coaches; We fain would embrace, but our horses are fleet, And speed on, despite all reproaches. Dear Prince Alexander, as onward we go, We scarcely have met at a station, When the signal to start the postilions blow, Compelling our sad separation. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPRING DAY: NIGHT AND SLEEP by AMY LOWELL HUFFMAN'S PHOTOGRAPH OF THE GRAVES OF THE UNKNOWN AT LITTLE BIGHORN by KAREN SWENSON OZYMANDIAS REVISITED by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP A TOAST TO OUR NATIVE LAND by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) THE FORLORN ONE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |