Weeping, weary, did I wander Thro' the world's wide weird wood; Wet my cheeks with drops of sorrow; Wet my soles with drops of blood; Tumbling here, and stumbling yonder, Bramble-bruised, with thorns all torn, For the path I groped despairing, For a light I sighed forlorn. But thou took'st me, strong and tender, Oh my master, by the hand; Pity, cheer, reproach, and rousing In thy words did sweetly blend. Tho' the way is wild as ever, Still I falter not, nor fear; Led by thee, I'll pierce the forest, See the vaulting skies appear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS MODERN LOVE: 17 by GEORGE MEREDITH A VISION UPON [THIS CONCEIT] OF THE FAERIE QUEENE (1) by WALTER RALEIGH THE WIDOW'S LAMENT IN SPRINGTIME by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS DECEMBER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PRESCIENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |