ALL hope of rest withdrawn me! -- What dread command hath put This awful curse upon me -- The curse of the wandering foot? Forward and backward and thither, And hither and you again -- Wandering ever! And whither? Answer them, God! Amen. The blue skies are far o'er me -- The bleak fields near below: Where the mother that bore me? -- Where her grave in the snow? -- Glad in her trough of a coffin -- The sad eyes frozen shut That wept so often, often, The curse of the wandering foot! Here in your marts I care not Whatsoever ye think. Good folk many who dare not Give me to eat and drink: Give me to sup of your pity -- Feast me on prayers! -- O ye, Met I your Christ in the city, He would fare forth with me -- Forward and onward and thither, And hither again and yon, With milk for our drink together And honey to feed upon -- Nor hope of rest withdrawn us, Since the one Father put The blessed curse upon us -- The curse of the wandering foot. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE WOMEN by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND [NOVEMBER 19, 1620] by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE CHALLENGE by ALEXANDER POPE DEATH AT DAYBREAK by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH SARGENT'S PORTRAIT OF EDWIN BOOTH AT THE PLAYERS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PASSIO XL MARTYRUM by ARTHUR E. BAKER THE BEAUTIFUL BEESHAREEN BOY by MATHILDE BLIND |