THROUGH A VILLAGE, WHILE THE GROUND WAS COVERED WITH SNOW While thus I wander, cheerless and unblest, And find in change of place but change of pain; In tranquil sleep the village labourers rest, And taste that quiet I pursue in vain! Hush'd is the hamlet now, and faintly gleam The dying embers, from the casement low Of the thatch'd cottage; while the Moon's wan beam Lends a new lustre to the dazzling snow. O'er the cold waste, amid the freezing night, Scarce heeding whither, desolate I stray; For me, pale Eye of Evening, thy soft light Leads to no happy home; my weary way Ends but in sad vicissitudes of care: I only fly from doubt -- to meet despair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY COMFORTER by EMILY JANE BRONTE SONNET: 27 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE BLOOD HORSE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 88. AL-MUGHNI by EDWIN ARNOLD PSALM 150 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE FAST OF TEBETH by JOSEPH BEN SAMUEL BONFILS THE NEW HUDIBRAS by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB WEE WILLIE GRAY by ROBERT BURNS THE WEARER OF THE GREEN; TO MY FRIEND JOHN JAMES DONOGHUE, M.D. by DAVID MERRITT CARLYLE |