Sonnet 2. Think Valentine, as Speeding on thy Way
Think Valentine, as speeding on thy way Homeward thou hastest light of heart along, If heavily creep on one little day The medley crew of travellers among, Think on thine absent friend: reflect that here On Life's sad journey comfortless he roves, Remote from every scene his heart holds dear, From him he values, and from her he loves. And when disgusted with the vain and dull Whom chance companions of thy way may doom, Thy mind, of each domestic comfort full, Turns to itself and meditates on home, Ah think what Cares must ache within his breast Who loaths the lingering road, yet has no home of rest!
Robert Southey’s other poems:
- Поход на Москву • The March to Moscow
- To the Chapel Bell
- The Well of St. Keyne
- The Soldier’s Wife
- The Race Of Banquo
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