ALL hope of rest withdrawn me! -- What dread command hath put This awful curse upon me -- The curse of the wandering foot? Forward and backward and thither, And hither and you again -- Wandering ever! And whither? Answer them, God! Amen. The blue skies are far o'er me -- The bleak fields near below: Where the mother that bore me? -- Where her grave in the snow? -- Glad in her trough of a coffin -- The sad eyes frozen shut That wept so often, often, The curse of the wandering foot! Here in your marts I care not Whatsoever ye think. Good folk many who dare not Give me to eat and drink: Give me to sup of your pity -- Feast me on prayers! -- O ye, Met I your Christ in the city, He would fare forth with me -- Forward and onward and thither, And hither again and yon, With milk for our drink together And honey to feed upon -- Nor hope of rest withdrawn us, Since the one Father put The blessed curse upon us -- The curse of the wandering foot. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLOTHES by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER REMEMBRANCE by JOHN HENRY BONER LOW TIDE ON GRAND-PRE by BLISS CARMAN EPITAPH: FOR A LADY I KNOW by COUNTEE CULLEN A VALEDICTION: OF MY NAME IN THE WINDOW by JOHN DONNE |