DARKLING, methinks, the path of life is grown, And Solitude and Sorrow close around; My fellow-trav'llers one by one are gone, Their home is reach'd, but mine must still be found. The sun that set as the last bow'd his head, To cross the threshold of his resting place, Has left the world devoid of all that made Its business, pleasure, happiness, and grace. But I have still the desert path to trace; Not with the day has my day's work an end; And winds and shadows through the cold air chase, And earth looks dark where walk'd we friend with friend. And yet thus wilder'd, not without a guide, I wander on amid the shades of night; My home-fires gleam, methinks, and round them glide My friends at peace, far off, but still in sight; For through the closing gloom, mine eyesight goes Further in heav'n than when the day was bright; And there as Earth still dark and darker grows, Shines out for every shade a world of light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A SWEDISH GRAVEYARD by EMMA LAZARUS TO W.P.: 1 by GEORGE SANTAYANA CARELESS CONTENT by JOHN BYROM TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 3. WINTER by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE ODES III, 29 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS PSALM 123 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A CHAUNT IN PRAISE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 2. THE FOURTH SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |