27.05.2007, 12:44
Out of doors while the Hamlet is sleeping
While thus I wander, cheerless and unblest,
And find in change of place no change of pain,
In tranquil sleep the village laborers rest,
And taste repose that I pursue in vain.
Hushed is the hamlet now; and faintly gleam
The dying embers from the casement low
Of the thatched cottage, while the Moon’s wan beam
Lends a new lustre to the dazzling snow.
O’er the cold waste, amid the freezing night,
Scarce heeding whither, desolate I stray.
For me, pale eye of evening! thy soft light
Leads to no happy home; my weary way
Ends but in dark vicissitude of care:
I only fly from doubt to meet despair.
While thus I wander, cheerless and unblest,
And find in change of place no change of pain,
In tranquil sleep the village laborers rest,
And taste repose that I pursue in vain.
Hushed is the hamlet now; and faintly gleam
The dying embers from the casement low
Of the thatched cottage, while the Moon’s wan beam
Lends a new lustre to the dazzling snow.
O’er the cold waste, amid the freezing night,
Scarce heeding whither, desolate I stray.
For me, pale eye of evening! thy soft light
Leads to no happy home; my weary way
Ends but in dark vicissitude of care:
I only fly from doubt to meet despair.