Breath Is Enough
I draw sweet air
Deeply and long,
As pure as prayer,
As sweet as song.
Where lilies glow
And roses wreath,
Heart-joy I know
Is just to breathe.
Aye, so I think
By shore or sea,
As deep I drink
Of purity.
This brave machine,
Bare to the buff,
I keep ice-clean,
Breath is enough.
From mountain stream
To covert cool
The world, I deem,
Is wonderful;
The great, the small,
The smooth, the [...]
i’m doing this poetry analysis of poem by Robert W. Service entitled Young Fellow My Lad.. this is the poem:
"Where are you going, Young Fellow My Lad,
On this glittering morn of May?"
"I’m going to join the Colours, Dad;
They’re looking for men, they say."
"But you’re only a boy, Young Fellow My Lad;
You aren’t obliged to go."
"I’m [...]
‘A ticket for the lottery
I’ve purchased every week,’ said she
‘For years a score
Though desperately poor am I,
Oh how I’ve scrimped and scraped to buy
One chance more.
Each week I think I’ll gain the prize,
And end my sorrows and my sighs,
For I’ll be rich;
Then nevermore I’ll eat bread dry,
With icy hands to cry and cry
And stitch and [...]
