Poetry in the outdoors

Poetic inspiration comes even to tourists, I believe. When one travels and sees sights so extraordinary that they pierce into his very core, his muse may not be far behind.

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.”
- Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken
(Fatima, Portugal)

“O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting…” - Walt Whitman, O Captain! My Captain!
(Antwerp, Belgium)

“But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:”
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18
(Venice, Italy)

“Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits...” - John Keats, A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever
(Volendam, the Netherlands)

“The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,

The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.”
- Robert Herrick, To the Virgins to Make Much of Time
(Meteora, Greece)