WHO were the twain that trod this track So many times together Hither and back, In spells of certain and uncertain weather? Commonplace in conduct they Who wandered to and fro here Day by day: Two that few dwellers troubled themselves to know here. The very gravel-path was prim That daily they would follow: Borders trim: Never a wayward sprout, or hump, or hollow. Trite usages in tamest style Had tended to their plighting. "It's just worth while, Perhaps," they had said. "And saves much sad good-nighting." And petty seemed the happenings That ministered to their joyance: Simple things, Onerous to satiate souls, increased their buoyance. Who could those common people be, Of days the plainest, barest? They were we; Yes; happier than the cleverest, smartest, rarest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON JULIA'S VOICE by ROBERT HERRICK SEVEN TIMES ONE [- CHILDHOOD. EXULTATION] by JEAN INGELOW DOVE RIVER ANTHOLOGY, BY OWN WILLIAM WORDSWORTH: LUCY GRAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO SAN FRANCISCO by SAMUEL JOHN ALEXANDER THE MOUNT OF OLIVES, SELECTION by ANEIRIN RECALLED by WILLIAM ROSE BENET GRANDFATHER WATTS'S PRIVATE FOURTH by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. A CHILD AT A WINDOW by EDWARD CARPENTER |