Away To-Night - A poem by John Preston Campbell

Away To-Night.

Away to-night,
Away from home and friends,
While the light
In the tear-dimmed sight
Glimmers, and flickers, and blends;
And faces strange
Meet my glance,
With look askance
As on I range,
In a sort of trance.

The world seems cold
As hoarded gold,
When lambs go wandering from the fold,
And shepherds grow
More gruff and grim,
When the sun is low
Near the horizon's rim,
If they must seek
The fondlings strayed,
Over mountains bare and bleak.

^__John Preston Canpell.

Poetical Works
John Preston Canpell
(Topeka: Geo. W. Crane & Company. 1885)
Pages 221-222