The lonely die twice, and the friendless alone;
The wanderer finds him too far from home,
The jilted stay, under grey clouds all day-
So promise now, never to roam.
The abject are forgotten, the forgotten forsworn
To live all their life without love, to adorn;
The lovelorn must swoon, underneath a full moon-
So promise now, never to roam.
The mourners discomfort, the dead unreprieved;
For these and much more, we must soon grieve,
Straight is too narrow, for life's fickle fellows-
So promise now, never to roam.
really a good message is here, but how can we give up our habit of roaming. Without this instinct, we could not have found out America, Now we are looking at the sky and preparing ourselves to roam there! Nice poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strong metaphorical poem about the the fickleness of love and how many souls are lonely because they cannot appreciate what they have, and the many who struggle to find solidity and permanency in relationships and life.