Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE EVENING STROLL, by HENRY KIRKE WHITE


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THE EVENING STROLL, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Quick o'er the wintry waste dart fiery shafts
Last Line: Which gnaws his heart and bids him hope no more.
Subject(s): Cold; Death; Evening; Poetry & Poets; Winter; Dead, The; Sunset; Twilight


QUICK o'er the wintry waste dart fiery shafts—
Bleak blows the blast—now howls—then faintly dies—
And oft upon its awful wing it wafts
The dying wanderer's distant, feeble cries.
Now, when athwart the gloom gaunt horror stalks,
And midnight hags their damnèd vigils hold,
The pensive Poet 'mid the wild waste walks,
And ponders o'er the ills life's paths unfold.
Mindless of dangers hovering round, he goes,
Insensible to every outward ill;
Yet oft his bosom heaves with rending throes,
And oft big tears adown his wan cheeks trill.
Ah! 'tis the anguish of a mental sore,
Which gnaws his heart and bids him hope no more.





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