If all the voices of men called out warning you, and you could not join your voice with their voices, If all the faces of men were turned one way and you met them face to face, you going another,— You still must not be persuaded to capitulation; you will remember that the road runs east as well as west.
Like to the leaf that falls, Like to the rose that fades, Thou art—and still art not! We whom this thought enthralls, We whom this mystery shades, Are bared before our lot! Like to the light gone out, Like to the sun gone down, Thou art—and yet we feel That something more than...
If all the voices of men called out warning you, and you could not join your voice with their voices, If all the faces of men were turned one way and you met them face to face, you going another,— You still must not be persuaded to capitulation; you will remember that the road runs east as well...
I served in a great cause: Long had I doubted the call I heard, wantoning the seasons dead; The opportune days were deserts, the sunlight fell on a waste, But the dawn brought me face to face with itself, with the opening flowers: I looked upon my sea casting its wrecks down the shore in the...
