Written on passing by Moon-light through a Village, <br />while the ground was covered with Snow. <br />WHILE thus I wander, cheerless and unblest, <br />And find in change of place but change of pain; <br />In tranquil sleep the village labourers rest, <br />And taste that quiet I pursue in vain! <br />Hush'd is the hamlet now, and faintly gleam <br />The dying embers, from the casement low <br />Of the thatch'd cottage; while the Moon's wan beam <br />Lends a new lustre to the dazzling snow-- <br />O'er the cold waste, amid the freezing night, <br />Scarce heeding whither, desolate I stray; <br />For me, pale Eye of Evening, thy soft light <br />Leads to no happy home; my weary way <br />Ends but in sad vicissitudes of care: <br />I only fly from doubt--to meet despair!<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxii-3/
