Edwin Arlington Robinson
Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems
|161.||Ballad Of A Ship||1/3/2003|
|162.||Ballad Of Broken Flutes||1/3/2003|
|165.||Ballad Of Dead Friends||1/3/2003|
|168.||The House On The Hill||1/3/2003|
|169.||Ballad By The Fire||1/3/2003|
|171.||Another Dark Lady||1/3/2003|
|172.||Mr. Flood's Party||1/3/2003|
|173.||An Old Story||1/3/2003|
|174.||A Happy Man||1/3/2003|
Comments about Edwin Arlington Robinson
A Happy Man
When these graven lines you see,
Traveller, do not pity me;
Though I be among the dead,
Let no mournful word be said.
Children that I leave behind,
And their children, all were kind;
Near to them and to my wife,
I was happy all my life.
My three sons I married right,
And their sons I rocked at night;
Death nor sorrow never brought
Cause for one unhappy thought.
Now, and with no need of tears,
Here they leave me, full of years,--
Leave me to my quiet rest
In the region of the blest.
Through the shine, through the rain
We have shared the day’s load;
To the old march again
We have tramped the long road;
We have laughed, we have cried,
And we’ve tossed the King’s crown;
We have fought, we have died,
And we’ve trod the day down.
So it’s lift the old song