They are such dear familiar feet that go Along the path with ours -- feet fast or slow But trying to keep pace; if they mistake Or tread upon some flower that we would take Upon our breast, or bruise some reed, Or crush poor hope until it bleed, We must be mute; Not turning quickly to impute Grave fault: for they and we Have such a little way to go, can be Together such a little while upon the way -- We must be patient while we may. So many little faults we find. We see them, for not blind Is love. We see them, but if you and I Perhaps remember them, some by and by, They will not be Faults then, grave faults, to you and me, But just odd ways, mistakes, or even less -- Remembrances to bless. Days change so many things, yes, hours; We see so differently in sun and showers! Mistaken words tonight May be so cherished by tomorrow's light -- We shall be patient, for we know There's such a little way to go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WOMEN WITH FABLED HAIR by MADELINE DEFREES OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONNET TO THOSE WHO SEE BUT DARKLY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OAKS TUTT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |