Some rascals hurt a smaller boy In rough and brutal play. "Don't mind such things," an old man said, "They go, but you will stay." Stout words are those for all that walk The weary ways of men; The woe, the fret we once have met Will not return again; They vanish like the skulking mist The morning drives away, To-morrow they will be forgot, While we -- ah, we shall stay! Above the shallow clouds of time Our radiant souls will rise, And what will be a nettle's prick When we are in the skies? And what will be earth's longest night In heaven's endless day? Forget the fears, the stings, the tears; They go, but you will stay! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HILL ABOVE THE MINE by MALCOLM COWLEY FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR |