HIS boyhood held high vision of the gods, And many years of manhood found him true To one lone purpose which his spirit knew To be with most existing things at odds. And then he wearied of the ungrateful clods, And, sipping a royal favor, found it sweet; And now, oblivious wholly of the street, And traitor to his heroic years, he nods. The brave young man of Manchester turned away To hear the singing sirens of applause And lie against their bosoms and their hair; Nor knew there comes an inevitable day When Triumph with her fickle soul withdraws And, going, leaves but silence and despair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVELIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR PLAINT OF THE DISGUSTED BRITON IN THE STATES by GEORGE SANTAYANA TO W.P.: 2 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |