ON unknown paths I falter forth, <br />A homeless wand'rer in the world; <br />Doubtful I flit across the earth, <br />Whither by blowing fates I'm hurled. <br /> <br />I grope about the pathless wood; <br />I tread along the boundless plain; <br />And with the wind's capricious mood, <br />I sink and rise upon the main. <br /> <br />The lonely cloud within the sky, <br />That by conflicting gales is torn, <br />Sways to and fro no more than I, <br />Now eastward, and now westward borne. <br /> <br />The crested billow on the deep <br />Knows to which shore its current lies; <br />The blast--the realms which he must sweep; <br />The ant--the hill to which it hies. <br /> <br />The stork that seeks the tropic glows, <br />It knoweth whither it is bound; <br />And the revolving planet knows <br />The circle of its luminous round. <br /> <br />But I, confusèd, seek a way <br />In darkness here; I fall, I sigh, <br />Upon a broken wing I stray, <br />And all my help lies in a cry!<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wanderer-25/
