What The Heart Of the Young Man Said TO The Psalmist



Tell me not,in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
"Dust thou art,To dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment,and not sorrow,
is our destined end or way;
But to act,that each tomorrow
Finds us farther than today

Art is long,and Time is fleeting,
And our heartsthough stout and brave,
Still,like muffled drums,are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad feild of battle,
In the bivouac of life,
Be not like dumbdriven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no future,howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead past bury its dead!
Act,-act in the living present!
Heart within,and God o'erhead

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And,departing,leave behind us
footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints,that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing,shall take heart again.

Let us,then,be up and doing;
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving,still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.

*speechless* Omg, I LOVE IT!!
10/10!!

Very good, very professional. Not my taste though. As far as a poem is consider though, it was nearly perfect and an excellent example, but so was Robert Frost's and I don't like a lot of his stuff. Not being mean, just not my thing. As a poem 10/10, as far as my preference 4/10.