'Tell us, O pilgrim, what strange She Lures and decoys your wanderings on? Cheek, eye, brow, lip, you scan each face, Smile, ponder -- and are gone. 'Are we not flesh and blood? Mark well, We touch you with our hands. We speak A tongue that may earth's secrets tell: Why further will you seek?' 'Far have I come, and far must fare. Noon and night and morning-prime, I search the long road, bleak and bare, That fades away in Time. 'On the world's brink its wild weeds shake, And there my own dust, dark with dew, Burns with a rose that, sleep or wake, Beacons me -- "Follow true!"' 'Her name, crazed soul? And her degree? What peace, prize, profit in her breast?' 'A thousand cheating names hath she; And none fore-tokens rest.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAERY FOREST by SARA TEASDALE HYMN OF THE CITY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE JOURNEY by EMILY DICKINSON TO THE PIOUS MEMORY OF THE YOUNG LADY MRS. ANNE KILLIGREW by JOHN DRYDEN |