I AM footsore and very weary, But I travel to meet a Friend: The way is long and dreary, But I know that it soon must end. He is travelling fast like the whirlwind, And though I creep slowly on, We are drawing nearer, nearer, And the journey is almost done. Through the heat of many summers, Through many a springtime rain, Through long autumns and weary winters, I have hoped to meet him, in vain. I know that he will not fail me, So I count every hour chime, Every throb of my heart's beating, That tells of the flight of Time. On the day of my birth he plighted His kingly word to me: -- I have seen him in dreams so often, That I know what his smile must be. I have toiled through the sunny woodland, Through fields that basked in the light; And through the lone paths in the forest I crept in the dead of night. I will not fear at his coming, Although I must meet him alone; He will look in my eyes so gently, And take my hand in his own. Like a dream all my toil will vanish, When I lay my head on his breast: But the journey is very weary, And he only can give me rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER NIGHT-BROADWAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE POET'S BRIDAL DAY SONG by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM FOUND WANTING by EMILY DICKINSON THE HOUR OF DEATH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS EASTER WINGS by GEORGE HERBERT |