“Ah, many a one has started forth with hope and purpose high; Has fought throughout a weary life, and passed all pleasure by; Has burst all flowery chains by which men aye have been enthralled; Has been stone-deaf to voices sweet, that softly, sadly called; Has scorned the flashing goblet with the bubbles on its brim; Has turned his back on jewelled hands that madly beckoned him; Has, in a word, condemned himself to follow out his plan By stern and lonely labor--and has died, a conquered man!” MenHas BeensHandsPurposeVoicePleasurePlansSweetLaborStonesLonelyDiedChainsBubblesWearyDeafScorned Book:Drift: A Sea-shore Idyl : and Other Poems Source: Drift: A Sea-shore Idyl : and Other Poems
“O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And promise of exceeding joy hereafter.” FirstsJoyAirSweetPromiseSpringLaughterDrySeptemberLeafsBreezeHereafterVigorFresh AirSquirrelsDry Leaves Book:Poems Grave and Gay Source: Poems Grave and Gay
