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.. 29.08.2023
The Rutted Road
Bleak autumn mists send down their chilly load,
A raven shivers as he flutters by;
Thro lonely pasture winds the Rutted Road
Where bordring elms loom bare against the sky.
Those deep-sunk tracks, which dumbly point ahead
Oer travelld sands that stretch to Visions rim,
Wake hidden thoughtsa longing half a dread
Till Fancy pauses at the prospect dim.
Descending shadows bid me haste along
The ancient ruts so many knew before;
A cricket mocks me with his mirthless song
I fear the pathI fain would see no more.
Yet here, with ox-drawn cart, each thoughtless swain
His course pursud, nor left the common way;
Can I, superior to the rustic train,
On brighter by-roads find the dawning day?
With questing look I scan the darkning moor;
Perchance oer yonder mound all blessings wait;
But still the Rutted Roads resistless lure
Constrains my progress to the Path of Fate.
So must I grope between the brooding trees
Where those before me found the mystic night;
I travel onward, past the witherd leas
But what, beyond the bend, awaits my sight?
Do fairer lands than this invite my feet?
Will Fate on me her choicest boons bestow?
What lies ahead, my weary soul to greet?
Why is it that I do not wish to know?
