Because we have swined in the drift, Because we have horsed it alone, Strong, unafraid, or in shine or in shade, Companionless and unknown; Because we have laboured our bit For all our impetuous worth, Roughing it hard, discarded and scarred, In the uttermost corners of earth; Through the drag of the long, stagnant day, Where the infinite wilderness is, As we slunk from the breath of an imminent death In this tortuous world of His; Since we have been pals of the wild, Tried in the furnace and true, Don't take it amiss if I dedicate this Volume of verses to you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CATAWBA WINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW REBEL COLOR-BEARERS AT SHILOH by HERMAN MELVILLE PHILLIS'S AGE by MATTHEW PRIOR MY PRAYER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |