We have set out from here for the sublime <br />Pastures of summer shade and mountain stream; <br />I have no doubt we shall arrive on time. <br /> <br />Is all the green of that enameled prime <br />A snapshot recollection or a dream? <br />We have set out from here for the sublime <br /> <br />Without provisions, without one thin dime, <br />And yet, for all our clumsiness, I deem <br />It certain that we shall arrive on time. <br /> <br />No guidebook tells you if you'll have to climb <br />Or swim. However foolish we may seem, <br />We have set out from here for the sublime <br /> <br />And must get past the scene of an old crime <br />Before we falter and run out of steam, <br />Riddled by doubt that we'll arrive on time. <br /> <br />Yet even in winter a pale paradigm <br />Of birdsong utters its obsessive theme. <br />We have set out from here for the sublime; <br />I have no doubt we shall arrive on time.<br /><br />Anthony Evan Hecht<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prospects/
