THOU by lingering for my song, Dost the world and me a wrong. Never yet was strain so sweet As the sound of willing feet. Greater than all hymns of praise— Better than melodious lays— Is the labor, strong and true, That shall build the world anew. I would give my songs away, For the new world's opening day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN |