SAD and lost I walked where wide And treacherous the roadways are. Your dear hand was still my guide. Pale on the horizon far A frail hope of day was shed. Your glance was my morning-star. No sound but his own echoing tread Brightened the poor wanderer's thought. Your voice spoke of hope ahead. My heart with gloom and terror fraught Wept at the melancholy sight; Love the exquisite victor brought Us to each other in delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE ZOO IN SPAIN by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR IN THE CARPENTER'S SHOP by SARA TEASDALE NOW CLOSE THE WINDOWS by ROBERT FROST A LETTER by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY |