JUST when the path is lost to me, Bewildered wanderer in the maze, Upon some unexpected tree I spy the Woodman's blaze; A mystic rune of sight or sound, A message quick from sense to soul, That lifts the spirit from the ground And speeds it to the goal. A wind-flower nodding by an oak Has given assurance from afar; Once in the dark a fragrance spoke, And once it was a star. The silver fluting of a thrush; The bursting of a sunken flame; A sigh of wind, a sudden hush -- Out of the depths I came. A burning challenge to despair Flashed from an idly-open book; A small dumb creature's silent prayer, A friend's revealing look; And all the doubtful horrors fade, The weary heart leaps up again. Through tangled thickets in the shade, The Trail shows broad and plain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INFANT JOY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TWELVE SONNETS: 11. FIRST, BATTLE; THEN, WOMAN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE DOUBTER'S PRAYER by ANNE BRONTE FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 3D SERIES: PRELUDE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN HONOUR'S APPEAL TO JUSTICE by OLIVA WARD BUSH |