The Pilgrim
Put by the sun my joyful soul, We are for darkness that is whole; Put by the wine, now for long years We must be thirsty with salt tears; Put by the rose, bind thou instead The fiercest thorns about thy head; Put by the courteous tire, we need But the poor pilgrim's blackest weed; Put by - a'beit with tears - thy lute, Sing but to God or else be mute. Take leave of friends save such as dare Thy love with Loneliness to share. It is full tide. Put by regret. Turn, turn away. Forget. Forget. Put by the sun my lightless soul, We are for darkness that is whole.
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"Put by the sun my joyful soul,..."
This evocative piece by Robert Malise Bowyer Nichols, titled "The Pilgrim", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...