I must have passed the crest a while ago And now I am going down. Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know -- But the brambles were always catching the hem of my gown. All the morning I thought how proud it would be To stand there straight as a queen -- Wrapped in the wind and the sun, with the world under me. But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen. It was nearly level along the beaten track And the brambles caught in my gown But it's no use now to think of turning back, The rest of the way will be only going down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INVITATION TO LOVE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON HIS RETURN FROM SPAIN by THOMAS WYATT NATHAHNI AND SOYAZHE by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS THE ORGAN GRINDER by RONALD WALKER BARR THE TRIUMPHS OF THY CONQUERING POWER by WILLIAM HILEY BATHURST PSALM 11. IN DOMINO CONFIDO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE BAKER'S VAN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN PROLOGUE FOR THE SILVERDALE VILLAGE PLAYERS: EASTER 1922 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |