<h3 id="A_Pilgrim">A Pilgrim</h3>
<p>ACROSS the trodden continent of years<br/>
To shrines of long ago,<br/>
My heart, a hooded pilgrim, turns with tears—<br/>
For could I know<br/>
That in the temple of thy constancy<br/>
There still may burn a taper lit for me,<br/>
’Twould be a star in starless heaven, to show<br/>
That Heaven could be.</p>
<p>Bent with the weight of all that I desired<br/>
And all that I forswore,<br/>
My heart roams, mendicant, forlorn and tired,<br/>
From door to door,<br/>
Begging of every stern-faced memory<br/>
An alms of pity—just to come to thee,<br/>
No more thy knight, thy champion no more—<br/>
Only thy devotee!</p>
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