The clouds that pass so swiftly o'er the downs, Huge armies of the ether, put to flight By sudden onslaught of the ambushed wind, Fill me with thoughts of how we human host Are not allowed to linger in the vale, Plucking the fruits and lotus flowers of peace; But scattered far by Fate's invisible breath Over the heavy hills of toil are driven In confused flight, and know no resting-place. But as those airy squadrons at the last Meet the great sea and mingle with its waves, So man, tho' driven o'er lonelier, steeper hills, More rocky heights and drearier wildernesses, Must in the end be borne beyond the shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST GOSSAMER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DEEP IN THE QUIET WOOD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON COLLEGE DRINKING SONG by GEORGE SANTAYANA HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 2. CAMBODIA by KAREN SWENSON |