WITHIN the forest of sad wearinesse One daye uncompanied I chanced to wend, And therin did encounter love's Goddésse Who made me question of my journey's end. To whom I told howe Fortune did me rend And drive awaye into the woodland close, That not miscalled a man maye be, soe penned, A man astraye that knowes not where he goes. She, smilynge in her soe great kindlinesse, Made answer to me, "Did I knowe, deare friend, Wherfor thou farest in soe sore distresse, Myne aid to thee I willyngly would lend; Since, long agoe I did thy heart intend For pleasant wayes, whom malice misbestowes, And much it grieveth me to see thee wend, A man astraye that knowes not where he goes." "Alas!" said I, "O sovereign princesse, Hear thou my plight and hearken to the end: 'Tis Death hath done me this dire hurtfulnesse, And taken from me my belovéd friend In whom my hope was; she who did attend To guide me, in my farynge ever close; Whose like nowe is not, wherfor I doe wend A man astraye that knowes not where he goes. "Syghtlesse, I goe a journey without end; And, lest that I should stumble I doe send My staff before me with unsteady blowes. And pitiful it is that I must wend, A man astraye that knowes not where he goes." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPLAINT OF THE ABSENCE OF HER LOVER BEING UPON THE SEA by HENRY HOWARD MARE LIBERUM by HENRY VAN DYKE THE SWORD by MICHAEL JOSEPH BARRY A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 23 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT WORK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE PROCTORSVILLE AND WINDSOR, VERMONT, STAGE by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |