You were the bridge, beloved, by which I spanned chasm and swirling stream. You: a new land. I was the pioneer lured by a dream. You were the open road where I walked free. You were the hedge of thorn sheltering me. Cursed is the dream and dear thorn flowers adorn. You are the barrier I cannot scale, making return and quest of no avail. There is nowhere but here -- How shall I rest? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEISURE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES FOR THE BAPTIST by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN |