My road lies open, over level country, Bare as the sea. No sudden turn, no unexpected winding, No mystery. I dreamed of rugged paths to splendid summits, Where far-flung views Should lift my soul to heaven, and recompense me For ache and bruise. No heights, no dangers here, no high adventure -- I only see The need of greater courage still for facing Monotony. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GUNS AS KEYS: AND THE GREAT GATE SWINGS by AMY LOWELL THE POET; SONNET by AMY LOWELL MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM LANCELOT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |