May it be mine, ye gods, to tread, Secure in home-felt simple joy, By lowliest friends accompanied, And far from pleasures that would cloy, The path of quiet and of peace. Married to mountains, woods and streams, And when my mortal hours shall cease To slumber undisturbed of dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTES FOR THE FIRST LINE OF A SPANISH POEM by JAMES GALVIN WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WIZARD IN WORDS by MARIANNE MOORE HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 4. DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH LYGDAMUS by EZRA POUND |