Classic Poem

ABSOLUTION

Now I would take me to some quiet place,
For my heart's weary, walking the scarlet town
Early and late; and I would fling me down
Upon the grasses cool, hiding my face
In the brown loam, forgetful of all pain,
Watching the microcosms in the sod
Stirring, without concern of man or God,
And patient as a summer-fall of rain.

They will not taunt me with my gift of rhyme
Nor charge, as men do, that I fruitless go
Dreaming through life; nor that I truant time
Along the causeways or by waterflow;
Nor, when the day is ended, think it crime
That I have only one poor poem to show.