Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TRAVELLER'S RETURN, by GEORGE MURRAY (1830-1910) First Line: O'er hampshire's snow-heaped hills the sun Last Line: Remorse is punishment enough! Subject(s): Earth; Homecoming; Travel; World; Journeys; Trips | ||||||||
O'er Hampshire's snow-heaped hills the sun Dropped westward in his circling race Unseen, for driving snow-clouds dun Hid, in a pierceless veil, his face. A youth, amid the gloom and storm, Plodded his heavy, panting way To where, hospitable and warm, A house-light beamed its neighbor ray. 'Twas not his home,long steps beyond Lay that,but ah! what youth but knows, Some time in life, a place more fond Than home!to such this youth now goes. There dwelt his joys' eternal spring, The very marrow of his mind, To him on earth the fairest thing, The woman of all woman-kind. And there, his trade-forced journey o'er, He thought to lose the world awhile, Nor see its sights nor hear its roar, In her sweet voice and tender smile. But ah, when frosts of absence blight, How many tender loves are slain! Faithful that love whose fire and light Can feed on fancies from the brain. But hers, though fed, in fever sunk, For poison with its food had mixed; Her ears of rumor's cup had drunk, And fancy on suspicion fixed. A word, as light as winds that move In June, dropped down on guardless mood, And lo! the blossoms of her love Lay choked in jealousy's rank wood. But little recked that wretched youth What fiends had made her heart their throne; He dreamed he there reigned king in truth, As she reigned queen within his own. Thus by surprise his wits were slain, When no kiss did her greeting grace; But soon surprise gave place to pain, At view of her cold, smileless face. Long he implored and questioned deep, Then vowed his constancy in vain; She answered, but put not to sleep With her replies his grief or pain. For though her heart perceived him true, Prometheus pride held upper sway And would not let confession's dew Wash, with her stains, his pangs away. Thus broken beneath an unjust wrong, Pale as a cloud at dawning grey, Too crushed for words, for tears too strong, He stepped to take his homeward way. In vain her parents, 'gainst the storm, Besought him tarry till the day; She gave but in half-hearted form, That half-consent which meaneth nay. He went; and gentle sleep dropped down Upon that house and all within; On all? Nay, sleep from one had flown, That one lay weeping for her sin. Ah, woman, woman! had those eyes But dropped their honey on his heart, Thine now would not give forth those cries, Nor in that restless anguish start. Why shudder at the bitter blast? Sure not so cold to him the storm As thy cold words remembered last, Comparison would make it warm. Why damp with ceaseless tears thy bed? 'Tis useless now to moan and chide; On colder couch than thine his head Hath found a rest to thine denied. Why Heaven implore to haste the day? No day can ever break again So brightly that its glories may Rid thy heart one hour of pain. It came,the day,up smiled the sun And looked abroad; but swift he drew About him cloudy curtains dun, As to shut shameful sight from view. The mountain-cradled winds awoke And fluttered forth; but with a cry Of fear their easy flight they broke, And shuddering, moaning, back did fly. The clouds crept stealthy round heaven's rim, As they did fear to cross its vault And look below; in East, black, dim, A massy mourning pall they halt. Ye fearful elements! well, well May horror halt your flying cars! On sadder sight dawn never fell, Than yonder lonely hillside bears. See where he lies! cold, still and white As the snow that doth his body cover. But yesterday he stepped full light! This morn a corpse,last eve a lover! But yet, bright sun! ye gentle wind! Sweet moon, and lesser lamps of heaven! Have pity! oh, to her be kind, Whose life to endless grief is given! Hide not your beams, nor silver light, Your harps be never harsh nor rough! Oh soothe, not sadden, her dark night; Remorse is punishment enough! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD, WHAT'S THAT NOISE? by RICHARD HOWARD LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE) by MAURICE BARING A BALLAD FOR CHRISTMAS-TIDE by GEORGE MURRAY (1830-1910) A DREAM ABOUT THE ASPEN by GEORGE MURRAY (1830-1910) A LEGEND OF THE CHILD JESUS; WRITTEN FOR A CHILD by GEORGE MURRAY (1830-1910) |
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