English poem
He proceeds on his way.
I bear a burden—look not therein! Naught will you find but sorrow and sin; Sorrow and sin that wend with me Wherever I go. And misery, A gaunt companion, a wretched bride, Goes always with me, side by side.
Sick of myself and all the Earth, I ask my soul now—is life worth The little pleasure that we gain For all our sorrow and our pain? The love, to which we gave our best, That turns a mockery and a jest?
More by Madison Julius Cawein
- He looks from his window toward the sombre west.
- He opens his heart.
- He pauses before a deserted house by the roadside.
- He proceeds in the direction of a stream.
- He seats himself on a rock and gazes steadily into the stream.
- He sings.
- He sinks into deep thought.
- He sits by the slowly dying fire. The storm is heard with increased