I walk in nature still alone And know no one, Discern no lineament nor feature Of any creature. Though all the firmament Is o'er me bent, Yet still I miss the grace Of an intelligent and kindred face. I still must seek the friend Who does with nature blend, Who is the person in her mask, He is the man I ask. Who is the expression of her meaning, Who is the uprightness of her leaning, Who is the grown child of her weaning. The center of this world, The face of nature, The site of human life, Some sure foundation And nucleus of a nation -- At least a private station. We twain would walk together Through every weather, And see this aged nature Go with a bending stature. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO G. TRUSTRUM by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE HERETIC'S TRAGEDY by ROBERT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A LOVE LETTER by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON RECOMPENSE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE: CANTO 2 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |