With many a weary step, at length I gain <br /> Thy summit, Lansdown; and the cool breeze plays, <br /> Gratefully round my brow, as hence the gaze <br />Returns to dwell upon the journeyed plain. <br /> 'Twas a long way and tedious! to the eye <br />Tho fair the extended vale, and fair to view <br />The falling leaves of many a faded hue, <br /> That eddy in the wild gust moaning by. <br />Even so it fared with Life! in discontent <br />Restless thro' Fortune's mingled scenes I went, <br /> Yet wept to think they would return no more! <br />But cease fond heart in such sad thoughts to roam, <br />For surely thou ere long shall reach thy home, <br /> And pleasant is the way that lies before.<br /><br />Robert Southey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-08-2/
