THROUGH A VILLAGE, WHILE THE GROUND WAS COVERED WITH SNOW While thus I wander, cheerless and unblest, And find in change of place but change of pain; In tranquil sleep the village labourers rest, And taste that quiet I pursue in vain! Hush'd is the hamlet now, and faintly gleam The dying embers, from the casement low Of the thatch'd cottage; while the Moon's wan beam Lends a new lustre to the dazzling snow. O'er the cold waste, amid the freezing night, Scarce heeding whither, desolate I stray; For me, pale Eye of Evening, thy soft light Leads to no happy home; my weary way Ends but in sad vicissitudes of care: I only fly from doubt -- to meet despair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APRIL, 1885 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE TASK: BOOK 4. THE WINTER EVENING by WILLIAM COWPER TO THE SOUTH ON ITS NEW SLAVERY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SACRIFICE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON WATCHING AND WISHING by CHARLOTTE BRONTE |