HE is the happy wanderer, who goes Singing upon his way, with eyes awake To every scene, with ears alert to take The sweetness of all sounds; who loves and knows The secrets of the highway, and the rose Holds fairer for the wounds the briars make; Who welcomes rain, that he his thirst may slake, -- The sun, because it dries his dripping clothes; Treasures experience beyond all store, Careless if pain or pleasure he shall win, So that his knowledge widens more and more Ready each hour to worship or to sin; Until tired, wise, content, he halts before The sign o' the Grave, a cool and quiet inn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLOTHES by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER BATTLE HYMN OF THE RUSSIAN REPUBLIC by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW MOONLIT APPLES by JOHN DRINKWATER THE GREAT SAINT BERNARD by SAMUEL ROGERS MELANCHOLY by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL AND BUS-RIDING LADY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |