That attic room became my destiny: In each man's life there's some excelling spot, Indoors or out, that may not be forgot, -- Some hall whose music set his spirit free, Some stream unbridged which lost him victory, Some hut, some hill, determining his lot, Dividing still what-is from what-is-not, In life of each man -- whether you or me . . . Of which hereafter . . . But you shall not think, You few who read my story shall not say, "He would make big the things of everyday By out-worn rhetoric." For my hair is gray Through manhood's commonplaces, and all ink Lags ever in the rear of such as they. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 1: 16. PERSUASION by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A VALENTINE FOR HARRY CROSBY by KAY BOYLE WORDS FOR THE 'HALLELUJAH CHORUS' by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL ASOLANDO: ROSNY by ROBERT BROWNING |