Let me give something!--though my spring be done, Give to the children, ere their summertime: Though stirred with grief, like rain let fall my rhyme And tell of one whose aim was much, of one Whose strife was this: that in his thought should be Some power of wind, some drenching of the sea, Some drift of stars across a darkling coast, Imagination, insight, memory, awe, And dear New England nature first and last,-- Whose end was high, whose work was well-begun: Of one who from his window looked and saw His little hemlocks in the morning sun, And while he gazed, into his heart almost The peace that passeth understanding passed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARCHIMEDES LAST FORAY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A BANJO SONG by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MATER AMABILIS by EMMA LAZARUS A MILLION YOUNG WORKMEN, 1915 by CARL SANDBURG |