the pilgrimage
I traveled on,seeing the hil,where lay
my expectation,
A long it was and weary way
the gloomy cave of Desperation
i left on the one , and on the other side
the rock of pride
and so i came fancy's meadow strowed
with many a flower
fain would i here have madeabode
but i was quickened by my hour
so to care's copse i came ,and there got through
with much ado
thet led me to the wild of passion,which
some call the world
a wasted place but sometimes rich
here i was robbed of all my gold
save one good angel , which a friend had tied
close to my side
at length i got unto the gladsome hill
where lay my hope
where lay my heart ;and climbing still
when i had gained the brow and top
a lake of brackish waters on the ground
was all i found
with that abashed and struck with many a sting
of swarming fears
i fell,and cried,Alas my king!
can both the way and end be tears?
yet taking heart i rose ,and then perceived
i was deceived
my hill was further;so i flung away
yet heard a cry
just asi went,None goes that way
and lives.If that be all,said i,
after so foul a journey death is fair,
and but a chair
2007-01-03
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