 | Poems by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman |  |
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[IX. Yet wear we on; the deep light disallowed]
Yet wear we on; the deep light disallowedThat lit our youth, in years no longer young.
We wander silently, and brood among
Dead graves, and tease the sun-break and the cloud
For import. Were it not better yet to fly,
To follow those who go before the throng,
Reasoning from stone to star, and easily
Exampling this existence? or shall I
Who yield slow reverence where I cannot see,
And gather gleams, where'er by chance or choice
My footsteps draw, though brokenly dispensed,
Come into light at last? or suddenly,
Struck to the knees like Saul, one arm against
The overbearing brightness, hear—a Voice?
| Poems by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman | |