I think through the long, long evenings, <br />Such thoughts of intensest pain, <br />And I hope and watch for her coming, <br />But I hope and watch in vain, <br />My life is a long, long journey <br />Over a barren moor, <br />With nought but my own dark shadow <br />Hastening on before. <br /> <br />I'm weary of all this watching, <br />Aweary of life and thought; <br />For there's little hope in the distance, <br />And for peace-I know it not! <br />Oh, why must we think and shudder, <br />And shudder and think again? <br />When life's but a dance of shadows <br />Haunting a barren plain!<br /><br />Charles Sangster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hopeless-61/
