Classic Poem

( TO MY FRIENDS THERE )

Here is a theme for graver tones
Than now I sing.
It shelters you; it is a pole
For thought upon your travelling;
Here dreams established are in stones,
To mark and bring
Irresolutions to control
From truant wing.

But not of these my argument.
I celebrate
Your hearth, your comfortable speech
Of young years and late,
Your courtesies that are content
To sow and wait,
For these as planets are to teach
My travel to your gate.