That attic room became my destiny: In each man's life there's some excelling spot, Indoors or out, that may not be forgot, -- Some hall whose music set his spirit free, Some stream unbridged which lost him victory, Some hut, some hill, determining his lot, Dividing still what-is from what-is-not, In life of each man -- whether you or me . . . Of which hereafter . . . But you shall not think, You few who read my story shall not say, "He would make big the things of everyday By out-worn rhetoric." For my hair is gray Through manhood's commonplaces, and all ink Lags ever in the rear of such as they. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE PLOUGHER [OR PLOWER] by PADRAIC COLUM SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 3. BY HER AUNT'S GRAVE by THOMAS HARDY WORKING GIRLS by CARL SANDBURG THE OLD LOBSTERMAN by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE RELIGIOUS ISOLATION, TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND by MATTHEW ARNOLD |