NOT that they bring us labour, pain, and care, Do we turn pale when, ringing in our ears, Is heard the gallop of the hurrying years, And, foot in stirrup, we must onward fare; Through joy and sorrow, death, and many a snare, We seek our goal; not these our courage fears, Nor the hard fighting that great Love endears; But hourly choice that we must swiftly dare: Yea, as we spring to horse, we tremble most Knowing there must be, in the new year's flight, Loved opportunities, seen, longed for, lost, Which, choosing others, choosing at our cost, We shall pass by, and leave far out of sight; Friendships, achievements, deeds, a beckoning host. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVELIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETROSPECT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WITH CHAOS IN EACH KISS by TIMOTHY LIU WAITING IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL by CLARENCE MAJOR COUNSEIL TO A BACHELER by MARIANNE MOORE |