Sweet are the days we wander with no hope Along life's labyrinthine trodden way, With no impatience at the steep's delay, Nor sorrow at the swift-descended slope. Why this inane curiosity to grope In the dim dust for gems' unmeaning ray? Why this proud piety, that dares to pray For a world wider than the heaven's cope? Farewell, my burden! No more will I bear The foolish load of my fond faith's despair, But trip the idle race with careless feet. The crown of olive let another wear; It is my crown to mock the runner's heat With gentle wonder and with laughter sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO FUSILIERS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE END OF THE WORLD by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE SENTRY'S MISTAKE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HASTINGS' SONNETS: 8 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES GRACE AFTER MEAT (3) by ROBERT BURNS |