A true believer in the strange, Building a Bagdad everywhere, He so delighted in the change Which comes of breathing different air, That we whom he has left behind Past any sight, past any sound, Must wish that death for once were kind, And he could tell what he has found. The lad who lightly went to meet The adventure of the far away, Can he return by any street, Has he no single word to say, - And what of us, that we can fail To listen so intent and well Now when he has the strangest tale Ever a mortal boy can tell? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 31 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 21 by OMAR KHAYYAM A TERRE (BEING THE PHILOSOPHY OF MANY SOLDIERS) by WILFRED OWEN UPON THE IMAGE OF DEATH by ROBERT SOUTHWELL THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: APRIL by EDMUND SPENSER |