The Monk

[Wjames]

A centuries old cross,
made by the sawdust mill;
did this weathered man, Strange syntax here - I would never say something like this (more natural to say something like: this weathered man clutched in his wringing hand). 
clutch in his wringing hand. 

He walked with aching wreath over the hill,
finding laurels,
by the hemming stump;

where in his fading gaze,
a divided town—
lay asleep below;
seducing sounds of his sorrow. what sounds? who is being seduced? why does he feel sorrow? 

Some mistress had veiled,
his hemlock eye,
with boundless thoughts,
of the ocean tide,

And bade him not, 
go any further than the pyre,
for this would surely lure,
death to near.

Worth grew nowt in this stygian gown, nowt? an ox?
as heavy lids knew the insides,
of his pining frown.

I had a tough time reading this because as alexorande said there are way too many commas, hyphens and semicolons. I would not pause after each line if I were saying these things myself. 

I also found it a little difficult to comprehend because I kept having questions like the ones I had after the third stanza.