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.
The Poet
Amy Lowell
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Poem topics: happiness, journey, never, night, sky, sun, forever, human, simple, majesty, blind, hold, vision, instinct, quiet, life, sunset, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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