Author Sir William Watson I WANDERED far in the wold, And after the heat and glare I came at eve to a churchyard old: The yew-trees seemed at prayer. And around me was dust in dust; And the fleeting light; and Repose; And the infinite pathos of human trust In a God whom no man knows. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments