She goes but softly, but she goeth sure; She stumbles not as stronger creatures do: Her journey's shorter, so she may endure Better than they which do much further go. She makes no noise, but stilly seizeth on The flower or herb appointed for her food, The which she quietly doth feed upon, While others range, and gare, but find no good. And though she doth but very softly go, However 'tis not fast, nor slow, but sure; And certainly they that do travel so, The prize they do aim at they do procure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON THE EUMENIDES: THE FURIES' PRAYER by AESCHYLUS MARTYRS TO THE MAN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE MESSAGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 53. FAREWELL TO JULIET (15) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT PATER FILIO by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES A SONG FOR NEW YEAR'S EVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ON SEEING THE BEAUTIFUL SEAT OF LORD GALLOWAY by ROBERT BURNS |