The glory of the beauty of the morning, - The cuckoo crying over the untouched dew; The blackbird that has found it, and the dove That tempts me on to something sweeter than love; White clouds ranged even and fair as new-mown hay; The heat, the stir, the sublime vacancy Of sky and meadow and forest and my own heart: - The glory invites me, yet it leaves me scorning All I can ever do, all I can be, Beside the lovely of motion, shape, and hue, The happiness I fancy fit to dwell In beauty's presence. Shall I now this day Begin to seek as far as heaven, as hell, Wisdom or strength to match this beauty, start And tread the pale dust pitted with small dark drops, In hope to find whatever it is I seek, Hearkening to short-lived happy-seeming things That we know naught of, in the hazel copse? Or must I be content with discontent As larks and swallows are perhaps with wings? And shall I ask at the day's end once more What beauty is, and what I can have meant By happiness? And shall I let all go, Glad, weary, or both? Or shall I perhaps know That I was happy oft and oft before, Awhile forgetting how I am fast pent, How dreary-swift, with naught to travel to, Is Time? I cannot bite the day to the core.
I thought this was a very nice poem and I would say to the poet relax and enjoy the moment. Why spoil a good thing? Sometimes it doesn’t pay to examine everything to the core and just go with the flow.
When glory presents itself to you, you must be grateful for it doesn’t present itself to every one. I believe man cannot handle the truest of truths neither can he handle matters at their core because of their explosive nature.
Man must accept the gifts he is given, in the short intervals they are given to him. He must accept the pain and suffering in the same context, that is, in the same short intervals, they are being presented to him For we do not live in a perfect balanced world.
We walk through life as babes learning to walk Sometimes we manage and some times we need a helping hand to keep balance and sometimes we fall on our bums just to get up again But we always find a reason to try again until we succeed. The day we do, is a glorious day.