Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the byway nigh me. Bed in the bush with stars to see, Bread I dip in the river -- There's the life for a man like me, There's the life for ever. Let the blow fall soon or late, Let what will be o'er me; Give the face of earth around And the road before me. Wealth I seek not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I seek, the heaven above And the road below me. Or let autumn fall on me Where afield I linger, Silencing the bird on tree, Biting the blue finger. White as meal the frosty field -- Warm the fireside haven -- Not to autumn will I yield, Not to winter even! Let the blow fall soon or late, Let what will be o'er me; Give the face of earth around, And the road before me. Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I ask the heaven above, And the road below me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SACRIFICE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON BEETHOVEN'S THIRD SYMPHONY by RICHARD HOVEY SONNET: DANTE (2) by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HENRY WARD BEECHER by CHARLES HENRY PHELPS THE CITY IN THE SEA by EDGAR ALLAN POE TO HARTLEY COLERIDGE; SIX YEARS OLD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |