Scorners of earth, you that have one foot shod With skyward wings, but are not flying yet, You that observe no goal or station set Between your groping and the towers of God For which you languish, may it not be odd And avericious of you to forget Your toll of an accumulating debt For dusty leagues that you are still to plod? But many have paid, you say, and paid again; And having had worse than death are still alive, Only to pay seven fold, and seven times seven. They are many; and for cause not always plain, They are the laggards among those who strive On earth to raise the golden dust of heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HILL ABOVE THE MINE by MALCOLM COWLEY HOMING BRAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO GALLANT FRANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 4. DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH LYGDAMUS by EZRA POUND |