FOOLS! must we ever quarrel with our fate, Too late Reading the worth of what we did despise, And wise At the journey's end to weep it scarce begun When done? No more! 'Tis ever the same story told As of old. Children, we used to wish our childhood past: At last It ended, as this journey ends, and we Are free. Shall we lament? It were an idle tale To wail. Can we be wise? Oh wisdom comes too late, And fate Answers our wicked prayer for liberty: "Good-bye." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LOUSE, ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY'S BONNET AT CHURCH by ROBERT BURNS OH, SWEET CONTENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE DISMANTLED SHIP by WALT WHITMAN THE OLD SERGEANT by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON INTO THE TWILIGHT by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE PIKER'S RUBAIYAT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EDITHA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |