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...ANGLOSAXON STREET by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY THE UNPARDONABLE SIN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY INDIFFERENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY PROTHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER IDYLLS OF THE KING: PELLEAS AND ETTARRE by ALFRED TENNYSON VARIUM ET MUTABILE by THOMAS WYATT |