With wayworn feet a Pilgrim woe-begone <br />Life's upward road I journeyed many a day, <br />And hymning many a sad yet soothing lay <br />Beguil'd my wandering with the charms of song. <br />Lonely my heart and rugged was my way, <br />Yet often pluck'd I as I past along <br />The wild and simple flowers of Poesy, <br />And as beseem'd the wayward Fancy's child <br />Entwin'd each random weed that pleas'd mine eye. <br />Accept the wreath, BELOVED! it is wild <br />And rudely garlanded; yet scorn not thou <br />The humble offering, where the sad rue weaves <br />'Mid gayer flowers its intermingled leaves, <br />And I have twin'd the myrtle for thy brow.<br /><br />Robert Southey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-67/
