The little world span round and round, <br />Singing along her sunny ways, <br />And all the glory she unwound <br />She gave to him for joy and praise. <br /> <br />And he, whom lavish morning met <br />With new-blown flowers and minstrelsy, <br />Looked on the gift through eyelids wet <br />For sorrow of satiety. <br /> <br />And he, whom noon put to the proof, <br />With trumpet-call and weapon blessed, <br />Fought the brave fight with soul aloof <br />Harkening for some remote behest. <br /> <br />Not homeward could the winged feet fare, <br />The lyric laughter choked a sigh— <br />A wanderer from he knew not where, <br />Dreamer of dreams, he knew not why.<br /><br />Harriet Monroe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-portrait-10/
