Languid, and sad, and slow from day to day

[ZaunköniG]

Languid, and sad, and slow from day to day,
I journey on, yet pensive turn to view
(Where the rich dandscape gleams with softer hue)
The streams, and vales, and hills, that steal away.

So fares it with the children of the earth:
For when life's goodly prospect opens round,
Their spirits beat to tread that fairy ground,
Where every vale sounds to the pipe of mirth.

But them, vain hope, and easy youth beguiles,
And soon a longing look, like me, they cast
Back o'er the pleasing prospect of the past:

Yet fancy points where still far onward smiles
Some sunny spot, and her fair coloring blends,
Til cheerless on their path the night descends.