Art thou already weary of the way? <br />Thou who hast yet but half the way gone o'er; <br />Get up, and lift thy burthen: lo, before <br />Thy feet the road goes stretching far away. <br />If thou already faint, who hast but come <br />Through half thy pilgrimage, with fellows gay, <br />Love, youth, and hope, under the rosy bloom <br />And temperate airs of early breaking day; <br />Look yonder, how the heavens stoop and gloom, <br />There cease the trees to shade, the flowers to spring, <br />And th' angels leave thee; what wilt thou become <br />Through yon drear stretch of dismal wandering, <br />Lonely and dark? I shall take courage, friend, <br />For comes not every step more near the end?<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-84/
