Slow and reluctant was the long descent, With many farewell pious looks behind, And dumb misgivings where the path might wind, And questionings of nature, as I went. The greener branches that above me bent, The broadening valleys, quieted my mind, To the fair reasons of the Spring inclined And to the Summer's tender argument. But sometimes, as revolving night descended, And in my childish heart the new song ended, I lay down, full of longing, on the steep; And, haunting still the lonely way I wended, Into my dreams the ancient sorrow blended, And with these holy echoes charmed my sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGHT TO DIE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM by THOMAS HARDY ENGLAND AND HER COLONIES [OR, DOMINIONS] by WILLIAM WATSON SPIRIT WHOSE WORK IS DONE (WASHINGTON CITY, 1865) by WALT WHITMAN A NYMPH TO A YOUNG SHEPHERD, INSENSIBLE OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |