The price? Youth laughs and life is very good— World-dreams and beckoning; what has been, may be done; And work, and work, and work, and greatly won And fine, man's great achievements. Ah, but could The wings out-spread to the vision's sweep, then would Proud Time stand reverent, and the gladdened sun, Rich in new quests, so tell them, every one. Dreams! And the call for whom the call has stood Arming and armed. The breaking way and dim; Hewing a highway, making straight for him Who rides to dreams, the conqueror faring on— Daybreak, high noon, and eve at Babylon. Here in the roadside's wash, your hewers of wood Demand of you, our great one, that you make good. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORTEGE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE GARDEN YEAR by SARA COLERIDGE MOTHER TO SON by IRENE RUTHERFORD MCLEOD A MORNING HYMN by CHARLES WESLEY DOWN BY THE SALLEY GARDENS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SPRING THOUGHTS by FLORENCE E. BALDWIN LINES TO ROBERT ALDERSON UPON HIS DEPARTURE FROM WARRINGTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |