Classic Poem

I THOUGHT the road led to a splendid city,
Noble and bright.
Love did I love, nor feared the touch of pity.
I walked in light.
“I shall be there!” Hope whispered, “ere the night.”

Others I see arriving, enter gladly,
But in my face
The gates are shut. I may not enter. Sadly
I run my race
I know not whither. Night draws on apace.