Should the lone Wanderer, fainting on his way, Rest for a moment of the sultry hours, And tho' his path thro' thorns and roughness lay, Pluck the wild rose, or woodbine's gadding flowers, Weaving gay wreaths beneath some sheltering tree, The sense of sorrow he awhile may lose; So have I sought thy flowers, fair Poesy! So charm'd my way with Friendship and the Muse. But darker now grows life's unhappy day, Dark with new clouds of evil yet to come, Her pencil sickening Fancy throws away, And weary Hope reclines upon the tomb; And points my wishes to that tranquil shore, Where the pale spectre Care pursues no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE SHEPHERDS by EDWIN MARKHAM THE SONG OF THE MAD WOMAN'S SON by KAREN SWENSON MY AIN COUNTREE by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM TIME TO BE WISE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO A BUTTERFLY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HELEN AND THETIS by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE THE BIRDS: THE HOOPOE'S CALL TO HIS WIFE PROCNE, THE NIGHTINGALE by ARISTOPHANES |