WITH way-worn feet, a pilgrim woe-begone, Life's upward road I journeyed many a day, And hymning many a sad yet soothing lay Beguiled my wandering with the charms of song. Lonely my heart, and rugged was my way, Yet often plucked I, as I passed along, The wild and simple flowers of Poesy; And as beseemed the wayward Fancy's child, Entwined each ramdom weed that pleased mine eye. Accept the wreath, BELOVED! it is wild And rudely garlanded; yet scorn not thou The humble offering, where the sad rue weaves 'Mid gayer flowers its intermingled leaves, And I have twined the myrtle for thy brow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SLEEP by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE NATIONAL PAINTINGS: COL. TRUMBULL'S 'THE DECLARATION...' by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK THE BLINDED BIRD by THOMAS HARDY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 18 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 74. ST. LUKE THE PAINTER (OLD & NEW ART) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SUMMER SUN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE BATTLE-SONG OF GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS by MICHAEL ALTENBURG DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 2. EPILOGUE: 5TH OCTOBER 1896 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |