SAD and lost I walked where wide And treacherous the roadways are. Your dear hand was still my guide. Pale on the horizon far A frail hope of day was shed. Your glance was my morning-star. No sound but his own echoing tread Brightened the poor wanderer's thought. Your voice spoke of hope ahead. My heart with gloom and terror fraught Wept at the melancholy sight; Love the exquisite victor brought Us to each other in delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE THAW by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR REMEMBERING HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU by JAMES GALVIN THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW RECOMPENSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER |