When cares of state bore down too heavily He found her side and whispered, "Let's go home". He never liked the White House, though it be The corollary of that golden dome, The Capitol, arena of the fight Where progress ... retrogression, lance to lance, Each claims himself the champion of the right. A man unmoved by pomp or circumstance, Of quiet humor, gentle ways and slow, With red-brown hair, warm color, hazel eyes ... A nodded "yes" ... a clipped and trenchant "no". His slightest word seemed weighty, pondered, wise. And yet ... he "did not choose to run" again Weary of being all things to all men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLLEGE DRINKING SONG by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE HARP by RALPH WALDO EMERSON RORY O'MORE; OR, ALL FOR GOOD LUCK by SAMUEL LOVER SONNET: 138 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE INVITES HIS NYMPH TO HIS COTTAGE by PHILIP AYRES LOVE AND COQUETRY by LEVI BISHOP |