WITH many a weary step, at length I gain Thy summit, Lansdown; and the cool breeze plays, Gratefully round my brow, as hence the gaze Returns to dwell upon the journeyed plain. 'Twas a long way and tedious! To the eye Though fair the extended vale, and fair to view The falling leaves of many a faded hue, That eddy in the wild gust moaning by. Even so it fared with life! in discontent, Restless through fortune's mingled scenes I went. ... Yet wept to think they would return no more! But cease, fond heart, in such sad thoughts to roam; For surely thou ere long shalt reach thy home, And pleasant is the way that lies before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A COPY OF OMAR KHAYYAM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: MARRIAGE MORNING by ALFRED TENNYSON THE VACANT CAGE (1) by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER WITH MY CIGAR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY: INTRODUCTORY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |