A Burden of Vain Wishes
A burden of vain wishes: hopes that died
Vague dreams of fame and wraiths of brave renown
Pass in the sunlight, motes that vanish down
Beyond me, standing on this old hill-side,
And disappear in circling vistas wide
Like Autumn leaves that scatter, worn and brown
When Summer lays aside her tattered crown,
And sombre winds and rusted fields abide.
A burden of vain wishes! Nay, not so!
Your hand-clasp is my haven and my hope,
Your love and faith the utmost gross and scope
Of dreams and fact—this at the last I know,
Here, waiting while the sunset's after-glow
Burns like a torch in valley and on slope.
Vague dreams of fame and wraiths of brave renown
Pass in the sunlight, motes that vanish down
Beyond me, standing on this old hill-side,
And disappear in circling vistas wide
Like Autumn leaves that scatter, worn and brown
When Summer lays aside her tattered crown,
And sombre winds and rusted fields abide.
A burden of vain wishes! Nay, not so!
Your hand-clasp is my haven and my hope,
Your love and faith the utmost gross and scope
Of dreams and fact—this at the last I know,
Here, waiting while the sunset's after-glow
Burns like a torch in valley and on slope.
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