I HERE by the borderland, Here where his journey ends, Who shall be with him now, Whom can he call his friends? II Lone, on a lonely road, Last in a weary race, Nothing remains to him— Not even his love's face. III He is forlorn, forlorn, By the low, dying fire— With memories that daze And heavy thoughts that tire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONCERNING NECESSITY by HAYDEN CARRUTH NAMING FOR LOVE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG:SO WHY DOES THIS DEAD CARNATION by HAYDEN CARRUTH DIVIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IVY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |