There is too much of life that is too sweet: The trees that drip with creeping strength; the birds Too mad in springtime ecstasy to meet The steady notes of calmer lays; lush words Of love that bubble from full hearts; blue skies Too deep and clear for permanence; a sun Too bright, before whose range man's fancy lies Asleep, in stupor before the race is done. Across my head and face I ask the sweat Of toil -- hot sweat; the sweat of agony -- Cold sweat; across my eyes the cold and wet Of tears. Let struggle, pain, encompass me. There is too much of life that is too sweet; Paths are made rough by God for sturdy feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MY SHADOW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PROVERBS 31:25-29. THE MOTHER OF THE HOUSE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE OLD PLEASURES DESERTED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONNET ON MOOR PARK - WRITTEN AT PARIS, MAY 11, 1826 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |