Because we have swined in the drift, Because we have horsed it alone, Strong, unafraid, or in shine or in shade, Companionless and unknown; Because we have laboured our bit For all our impetuous worth, Roughing it hard, discarded and scarred, In the uttermost corners of earth; Through the drag of the long, stagnant day, Where the infinite wilderness is, As we slunk from the breath of an imminent death In this tortuous world of His; Since we have been pals of the wild, Tried in the furnace and true, Don't take it amiss if I dedicate this Volume of verses to you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RONDEL by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE HARMONIES OF THE EVENING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ANODYNE by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL A CANTO OF KHANS by BERTON BRALEY LINES ON THE CAMP HILL NEAR HASTINGS by THOMAS CAMPBELL |