Sonnet LXII (WHILE thus I wander, cheerless and…)

WHILE thus I wander, cheerless and unblest, And find in change of place but change of pain; In tranquil sleep the village labourers rest, And taste that quiet I pursue in vain! Hush'd is the hamlet now, and faintly gleam The dying embers, from the casement low Of the thatch'd cottage; while the Moon's wan beam Lends a new lustre to the dazzling snow. O'er the cold waste, amid the freezing night, Scarce heeding whither, desolate I stray; For me, pale Eye of Evening, thy soft light Leads to no happy home; my weary way Ends but in sad vicissitudes of care: I only fly from doubt—to meet despair!