I'll bet this hill looks the same
to casual observers in their casual shoes,
and the sun shines as before on their shrugging shoulders.
But here on the slope, where we rest in the shade,
and think about the progress we've made,
we see thickets and boulders
and the shining brow is so far, so far.
And the hill grows larger
and the day grows short
and my dear, you and I grow older.
- Ralph Murre