SHALL we not weary in the windless days Hereafter, for the murmur of the sea, The cool salt air across some grassy lea? Shall we not go bewildered through a maze Of stately streets with glittering gems ablaze, Forlorn amid the pearl and ivory, Straining our eyes beyond the bourne to see Phantoms from out Life's dear, forsaken ways? Give us again the crazy clay-built nest, Summer, and soft unseasonable spring, Our flowers to pluck, our broken songs to sing, Our fairy gold of evening in the West; Still to the land we love our longings cling, The sweet, vain world of turmoil and unrest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RHINOCEROS by HILAIRE BELLOC THE FIDDLING WOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST ASPIRATIONS OF A COUNTRY LAD by GEORGE SANTAYANA MAKING THE BED by KAREN SWENSON |