THOU art the Way. Hadst Thou been nothing but the goal, I cannot say If Thou hadst ever met my soul. I cannot see -- I, child of process -- if there lies An end for me, Full of repose, full of replies. I'll not reproach The road that winds, my feet that err, Access, Approach Art Thou, Time, Way, and Wayfarer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KEEP-SAKE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A SONG [OF DIVINE LOVE] by RICHARD CRASHAW UPON JULIA'S BREASTS by ROBERT HERRICK SPELT FROM SIBYL'S LEAVES by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SONGO RIVER; CONNECTING LAKE SEBAGO AND LONG LAKE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO THE RIVER CHARLES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW I DO NOT LOVE THEE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 27. HEART'S COMPASS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |