Dear hearts, while we from year to year, Waking and sleeping linger here, A vapor often climbs to view And crawls across the concave blue. At first a handbreadth in extent, At last it spans the firmament; At first a film like cobweb spun, At last it darkens the great sun. Yet 'tis the point of view we take The world of difference doth make; 'Tis altering this defeats our fears Or wins us laughter for our tears. The mountain summit to the crowd That stand below is swathed in cloud; To those who soar beyond its height 'Tis bathed in everlasting light. So life to me were whelmed in woe While I remain were you to go, But when the heavenly heights are clomb 'Twere joy of joys to have you come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALEXANDER THROCKMORTON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PARASITICS: TO CERTAIN POETS by CONRAD AIKEN DRUMS AND BRASS by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |