The shining City of my manhood's grief Is girt by hills and lakes (the lakes are four), Left me by the ice-sheet which from Labrador Under old suns once carved this land's relief, Ere wild men came with building and belief Across the midland swale. And slope and shore Still guard the forest pathos of dead lore With burial mound of many an Indian chief, And sacred spring. Around me, Things-to-come Are rising (by the plans of my compeers) For art and science, like a wiser Rome Upon a wiser earth for wiser years. -- Large thoughts, before and after; yet they be Time's pallid backgrounds to my soul and me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BUSY HEART by RUPERT BROOKE THE OL' TUNES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LOST SHEEP by SARAH PRATT MCCLAIN GREENE MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER BIRTH by THOMAS HOOD WRITTEN IN KEATS' 'ENDYMION' by THOMAS HOOD |