I have considered it; and find A longer stay Is but excused neglect. To mind One path, and stray Into another, or to none, Cannot be love; When shall that traveller come home, That will not move? If thou wouldst thither, linger not, Catch at the place, Tell youth and beauty they must rot, They're but a @3case@1; Loose, parcelled hearts will freeze: the sun With scattered locks Scarce warms, but by contraction Can heat rocks; Call in thy @3powers@1; run and reach Home with the light, Be there, before the shadows stretch, And @3span@1 up night; Follow the @3cry@1 no more: there is An ancient way All strewed with flowers and happiness And fresh as May; There turn, and turn no more; let wits Smile at fair eyes, Or lips; but who there weeping sits, Hath got the @3Prize@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY GARDEN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 34. TRUE LOVE KNOWS BUT ONE by PHILIP AYRES TO A PROFILE by BERNARD BARTON PSALM 87 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE SONGS OF SUMMER by MATHILDE BLIND DIRGE ON THE DEATH OF ADAMS AND JEFFERSON by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: FATALITY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. AS ONE WHO FROM A HIGH CLIFF by EDWARD CARPENTER |