THROUGH deepening dust and dreary dearth I walk the darkened wastes of earth, A weary pilgrim sore beset, By hopeless griefs and stern regret. With broken staff and tattered shoon I wander slow from dawn to noon -- From arid noon till dew-impearled, Pale twilight steals across the world. Yet sometimes through dim evening calms I catch the gleam of distant palms; And hear, far off, a mystic sea Divine as waves on Galilee. Perchance through paths unknown, forlorn, I still may reach an orient morn; To rest when Easter breezes stir, Around the sacred sepulchre. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPINNING-WHEEL [SONG] by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER THE WORLD'S RECORD by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE IRISES by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY LYNTON VERSES: 2 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ASOLANDO: ROSNY by ROBERT BROWNING THE EARTH MOTHER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |