Poems (Southey)/Volume 1/Sonnet 8 (With many a weary step, at length I gain)

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Poems
by Robert Southey
Sonnet 8 (With many a weary step, at length I gain)
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SONNET VIII.



With many a weary step, at length I gainThy summit, Lansdown; and the cool breeze playsGratefully round my brow, as hence the gazeReturns to dwell upon the journeyed plain.'Twas a long way and tedious! to the eyeTho' fair the extended vale, and fair to viewThe falling leaves of many a faded hue,That eddy in the wild gust moaning by.Even so it fared with life! in discontentRestless thro' Fortune's mingled scenes I went.Yet wept to think they would return no more!But cease fond heart in such sad thoughts to roam,For surely thou ere long shalt reach thy home,And pleasant is the way that lies before.1794.