The Poet

Amy Lowell

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What instinct forces man to journey on,
Urged by a longing blind but dominant!
Nothing he sees can hold him, nothing daunt
His never failing eagerness. The sun
Setting in splendour every night has won
His vassalage; those towers flamboyant
Of airy cloudland palaces now haunt
His daylight wanderings. Forever done
With simple joys and quiet happiness
He guards the vision of the sunset sky;
Though faint with weariness he must possess
Some fragment of the sunset's majesty;
He spurns life's human friendships to profess
Life's loneliness of dreaming ecstasy.

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Comments2
  • kathrincady2226

    SO DEEP, BUT WHAT'S THE LONGING ABOUT?

    • morganhusch

      Whoa, this one hit me hard! Does anyone else feel like it's about choosing ambition over contentment? Makes you think, huh?