Poems (Blagden)/Despondancy
DESPONDENCY.
NO. I.
My life is as a weary Bridge of Sighs,
"A palace and a prison on each hand;"
But I have left my youth's bright palaces,
And passed the portals of Love's fairy-land,
And entered on that dark and dreary path
Which every earth-born traveller must tread,
Wherein the soul foredoomed no solace hath,
No refuge from its anguish or its dread,
But in that frowning prison-house, the grave,
Regret, remorse, for time misspent and gone.
Jailers, whose cruelty I dare not brave,
Walk at my side and goad me sternly on,
While through the arches moan continually
The dull deep breakers of life's surging sea!
"A palace and a prison on each hand;"
But I have left my youth's bright palaces,
And passed the portals of Love's fairy-land,
And entered on that dark and dreary path
Which every earth-born traveller must tread,
Wherein the soul foredoomed no solace hath,
No refuge from its anguish or its dread,
But in that frowning prison-house, the grave,
Regret, remorse, for time misspent and gone.
Jailers, whose cruelty I dare not brave,
Walk at my side and goad me sternly on,
While through the arches moan continually
The dull deep breakers of life's surging sea!