WITH way-worn feet, a pilgrim woe-begone, Life's upward road I journeyed many a day, And hymning many a sad yet soothing lay Beguiled my wandering with the charms of song. Lonely my heart, and rugged was my way, Yet often plucked I, as I passed along, The wild and simple flowers of Poesy; And as beseemed the wayward Fancy's child, Entwined each ramdom weed that pleased mine eye. Accept the wreath, BELOVED! it is wild And rudely garlanded; yet scorn not thou The humble offering, where the sad rue weaves 'Mid gayer flowers its intermingled leaves, And I have twined the myrtle for thy brow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIND AT THE DOOR by WILLIAM BARNES COLUMBUS by EDWARD EVERETT HALE THE PRETTY MILKMAID by MOTHER GOOSE SONGS OF TRAVEL: 44 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ONE'S-SELF I SING by WALT WHITMAN |