As one dark morn I trod a forest glade, A sunbeam entered at the further end, And ran to meet me thro' the yielding shade -- As one, who in the distance sees a friend, And, smiling, hurries to him; but mine eyes, Bewildered by the change from dark to bright, Received the greeting with a quick surprise At first, and then with tears of pure delight; For sad my thoughts had been - the tempest's wrath Had gloomed the night, and made the morrow gray; That heavenly guidance humble sorrow hath, Had turned my feet into that forest-way, Just when His morning light came down the path, Among the lonely woods at early day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS WHEN MY SHIP COMES IN by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE THE WHITE WOMEN by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE WHEN THERE IS PEACE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON |