WHEN for forty years we've climbed the rugged mountain, We stop and backward gaze; Yonder still we see our childhood's peaceful fountain, And youth exulting strays. One more glance behind, and then, new strength acquiring, Staff grasped, no longer stay; See, a further slope, a long one, still aspiring Ere downward turns the way! Take a brave long breath and toward the summit hie thee— The goal shall draw thee on; When thou think'st it least, the destined end is nigh thee— Sudden, the journey's done! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER A CERTAIN POET ON THE DEBATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS YOU SAY YOU SAID by MARIANNE MOORE FACADE: 22. ALONE by EDITH SITWELL |