Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Something Left Undone

LABOR with what zeal we will,
    Something still remains undone, 
Something uncompleted still
    Waits the rising of the sun.

By the bedside, on the stair,
    At the threshhold, near the gates, 
With its menace or its prayer,
    Like a medicant it waits;

Waits, and will not go away;
    Waits, and will not be gainsaid; 
By the cares of yesterday
    Each to-day is heavier made;

Till at length the burden seems
    Greater than our strength can bear, 
Heavy as the weight of dreams
    Pressing on us everywhere.

And we stand from day to day,
    Like the dwarfs of times gone by, 
Who, as Northern legends say,
    On their shoulders held the sky.

1. To the River Rhone
2. To the River Yvette
3. Oliver Basselin
4. King Olaf’s War-Horns
5. The Crew of the Long Serpent

Print

1216 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version