|Collection||Kate Strong Historical Library|
|Title||(Here Again My Wanderings)|
|Creator||Shepard Alonzo Mount|
|Dates of Creation||18??/??/??|
|Scope & Content||
Here again my wanderings
Bring me to this hearth stove, unattended,
Sorrowing now as when I left it,
For the loved one death has ended
Closed the shutters, so befitting
In their shadows memories waken,
Memories even to be cherished
Teaching I am not forsaken
She who ___ my faith in woman
And gave to life its sunniest hue,
Fails to meet me at my coming,
How strange is this in one so true.
Hangs in sight her quilted bonnet
Looking so much like the wearer
I used to press it to her cheek
Nor cared to see or know a fairer.
No familiar laugh of children
Greet me in this house of sorrow,
Alone I grieve, nor have to ponder,
Changes that may come tomorrow
On every side is some dear object
Reminding me of days that were,
When her presence made me happy,
And was happy mine to have.
Beside the wall now leans the cot
On which she breathed her life away,
Whenever I am called to die;
Thereon I wish myself to lay.
Written in margin "memories I want to cherish"
"written immediately on my return home after an ________
Seems to be notes and first drafts for "The Old Double Door"
|Notes||The poem has no title. It is named here "Here again My Wanderings", the opening words are to identify it. On the back are what seem to bejottings for an early draft of the Old Double Door|