"Pilgrim," by Anne Morrow Lindbergh

This is a road
One walks alone;
Narrow the track
And overgrown.

Dark is the way
And hard to find,
When the last village
Drops behind.

Never a footfall
Light to show
Fellow traveller---
Yet I know

Someone before
Has trudged his load
In the same footsteps---
This is a road.

(1941)