As slowly wanders thy forsaken stream, WENBECK! the mossy-scatter'd rocks among, In fancy's ear still making plaintive song To the dark woods above: ah! sure I seem To meet some friendly Genius in the gloom, And in each breeze a pitying voice I hear Like sorrow's sighs upon misfortune's tomb. Ah! soothing are your quiet scenes--the tear Of him who passes weary on his way Shall thank you, as he turns to bid adieu: Onward a cheerless pilgrim he may stray, Yet oft as musing memory shall review The scenes that cheer'd his path with fairer ray, Delightful haunts, he will remember you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VICTOR GALBRAITH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CUSTER'S LAST CHARGE [JUNE 25, 1876] by FREDERICK WHITTAKER THE ROSE'S MESSAGE by MARY WINCHESTER ABBOTT VILLANELLE: AU RETOUR DU PRINTEMPS by PHILIP SCHUYLER ALLEN WATER WOMAN by JOSEPH AUSLANDER TWELVE SONNETS: 10. THY WHITENESS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |