I FOUND her walking in a lonely place, Where shadows lingered and the day was low; She trod a devious path with footsteps slow, And by the waning light I scanned her face, And in its loveliness beheld the trace Old tears had left, and woes of long ago; Then knew she I was kin to her, and so Stretched forth her chill, soft hand with welcoming grace. Now I walk with her through her realm of shade -- I hear gay music sound, and laughter ring, And voices call me that I knew of old, But of their mocking mirth I am afraid, -- Led through the dusk by her to whom I cling, May I not reach some blessedness untold? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEAR PRESIDENT by JOHN JAMES PIATT HALSTED STREET CAR by CARL SANDBURG UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 38 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON WE ARE SEVEN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MINSTREL OF THE SUN by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER IN AN ALBUM by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 40. PANTHEISTIC DREAMS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |