Among the Millet

by Archibald Lampman


 

KNOWLEDGE


 

What is more large than knowledge and more sweet;
    Knowledge of thoughts and deeds, of rights and wrongs,
    Of passions and of beauties and of songs;
Knowledge of life; to feel its great heart beat
Through all the soul upon her crystal seat;                                   5
    To see, to feel, and evermore to know;
    To till the old world’s wisdom till it grow
A garden for the wandering of our feet.

Oh for a life of leisure and broad hours,
    To think and dream, to put away small things,                       10
        This world’s perpetual leaguer of dull naughts;
To wander like the bee among the flowers
    Till old age find us weary, feet and wings
        Grown heavy with the gold of many thoughts.