Saints have adored the lofty soul of you. Poets have whitened at your high renown. We stand among the many millions who Do hourly wait to pass your pathway down. You, so familiar, once were strange: we tried To live as of your presence unaware. But now in every road on every side We see your straight and steadfast signpost there. I think it like that signpost in my land Hoary and tall, which pointed me to go Upward, into the hills, on the right hand, Where the mists swim and the winds shriek and blow, A homeless land and friendless, but a land I did not know and that I wished to know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO BABY IN THE HOUSE by CLARA G. DOLLIVER THE LIGHT OF STARS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LAST DEMAND by FAITH BALDWIN MELANCHOLY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES LYDFORD JOURNEY by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) A DOG'S VIGIL by MARGARET E. BRUNER AN EX-SERVICEMAN MAKES A VOW by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS |