LOVE led me to an unknown land and fain was I to go; From peak to peak a weary way he lures me to and fro; On narrow ledge and dizzy height he dares my wayworn feet -- I would that I were back again to walk Old Friendship Street. It's there one knew the level road, the even grass-grown way; My brain grew never wildered there, my feet might never stray; But here I quarrel for the path with every soul I meet -- I would that I were back again to walk OldFriendship Street. It's here I find no gracious hand to close within my own, But there one never raised a song to find he sang alone; And always at a neighbor's hearth were kindly glass and seat -- I would that I were back again to walk Old Friendship Street. I'm sick of awful depths and heights, I'm sick of storm and strife; I'll let Love lead for bolder folk and take my ease in life. I know whose voice will hail me first, whose welcoming be sweet -- It's I am going back again to walk Old Friendship Street. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON DIGITAL EXTREMITIES by FRANK GELETT BURGESS AT THE TAVERN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SHIPWRECK, SELECTION by WILLIAM FALCONER SONGS OF TRAVEL: 46. EVENSONG by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO THE FONT-GEORGES by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |