Poetry Archives

There’s a path that leads to Nowhere
 In a meadow that I know,
Where an inland island rises
 And the stream is still and slow;
There it wanders under willows
 And beneath the silver green
Of the birches’ silent shadows
 Where the early violets lean.

Other pathways lead to Somewhere,
 But the one I love so well
Had no end and no beginning—
 Just the beauty of the dell,
Just the windflowers and the lilies
 Yellow striped as adder’s tongue,
Seem to satisfy my pathway
 As it winds their sweets among.

There I go to meet the Springtime,
 When the meadow is aglow,
Marigolds amid the marshes,—
 And the stream is still and slow.—
There I find my fair oasis,
 And with care-free feet I tread
For the pathway leads to Nowhere,
 And the blue is overhead!

All the ways that lead to Somewhere
 Echo with the hurrying feet
Of the Struggling and the Striving,
 But the way I find so sweet
Bids me dream and bids me linger,
 Joy and Beauty are its goal,—
On the path that leads to Nowhere
 I have sometimes found my soul!