Three things I beg of Life to let me keep: Rare strength, which through dark storm will safely last— Until my soul's dire need of it is past— Because its main pilasters reach so deep; Initiative, with eager, circling sweep Of wings. ... High courage, of the keen enthusiast Who even in his dreams can hear the blast Of trumpet calls that urge him up the steep. Real strength endures ... initiative impels, And flaming courage molds a dauntless heart. Dynamic power these give—and self-release. With them, the world's great inner citadels Are mine ... gay plumed adventure they impart To Life—while traveling toward the Sunset Peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN AMERICAN IN BANGKOK by KAREN SWENSON THE BRITISH CHURCH by GEORGE HERBERT CAMPS OF GREEN by WALT WHITMAN A FRAGMENT FROM THE AGAMEMNON OF AESCHYLOS by AESCHYLUS A SONNET. ON THE DEATH OF SYLVIA by PHILIP AYRES |