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...THE ELEPHANT by HILAIRE BELLOC MOUNTAIN VALLEY by MALCOLM COWLEY MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN THE GIANTS OF HISTORY by JAMES GALVIN |