WITH many a weary step, at length I gain Thy summit, Lansdown; and the cool breeze plays, Gratefully round my brow, as hence the gaze Returns to dwell upon the journeyed plain. 'Twas a long way and tedious! To the eye Though fair the extended vale, and fair to view The falling leaves of many a faded hue, That eddy in the wild gust moaning by. Even so it fared with life! in discontent, Restless through fortune's mingled scenes I went. ... Yet wept to think they would return no more! But cease, fond heart, in such sad thoughts to roam; For surely thou ere long shalt reach thy home, And pleasant is the way that lies before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEMPEST by ANITA CONCHITA ALLMON THE STRANGER by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: KING LIMOS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON WIND OF THE SOUTH by JENNIE MCBRIDE BUTLER EPITAPH ON A FRIEND by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |