DOUBTLESS't was here we walked but yesterday, Seeing not any beauty save the green Of meadows, or, where slipt the brook between, A ribbon of blue and silver; yet the way Is strange : in golden paths I seem astray. Do you remember, comrade, to have seen Aught forward in these meadows that should mean A culmination in such fair display? We noticed not the humble stalks amid The many roadside grasses; but, it seems, They were preparing this! And, when their dreams Were ripe for doing, they could no more be hid Than golden thoughts that bloom to action when Their hearts make heroes out of common men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JONES'S PRIVATE ARGYMENT by SIDNEY LANIER SURFACES AND MASKS; 7 by CLARENCE MAJOR THE DAY AND THE WORK by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DOW BRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |