Part 3

Yet, ah, my path is sweet on either side
All through the dragging day, - sharp underfoot
And hot, and like a dead mist the dry dust hangs.
But far, oh, far as passionate eye can cling,
The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake,
Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road;
A gateless garden, and an open path;
My feet to follow, and my heart to behold.

Edna St. Vincent Millay