Roundel (Vera speaks) See all items with this value

I walk alone, although the way is long,
And with gaunt briars and nettles overgrown;
Though little feet are frail, in purpose strong
I walk alone.

Around me press unknowing and unknown
In lampless longing the insensate throng,
See but the shadow that my star
has thrown.

Across the sundering sees my heart's wild song
Wakes in your joy for my joy, moan for moan.
What if, when Life on Love can wreak no wrong,
I walk alone?

4086.txt

Leighton, Roland (1895-1915) See all items with this value

The First World War Poetry Digital Archive

Poem

4086.txt