Let me but live my life from year to year, With forward face and unreluctant soul; Not hurrying to, nor turning from, the goal; Not mourning for the things that disappear In the dim past, nor holding back in fear From what the future veils; but with a whole And happy heart, that pays its toll To Youth and Age, and travels on with cheer. So let the way wind up the hill or down, O'er rough or smooth, the journey will be joy: Still seeking what I sought when but a boy, New friendship, high adventure, and a crown, My heart will keep the courage of the quest, And hope the road's last turn will be the best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHELLEY'S SKYLARK by THOMAS HARDY FREQUENTLY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS HAUNTED by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BACCHUS AND THE FROGS by ARISTOPHANES THE TRAGEDY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM PSALM 63 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE E.W.T.: ON THE DEATH OF HIS BETTY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A DIALOGUE BETWEEN HOM-VEG AND BALLURE'S RIVER by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |