Helpless, unprotected, weary, Toss'd upon the world's wide sea, Borne from those I love most dearly, Say -- dost thou not feel for me? Who that hath shrunk 'neath nature's frown Would court false fortune's fickle smile? Oh, who would wander thus alone, Reckless alike of care or toil? Who would, for fading pleasure, brave The sea of troubles, dark and deep? For lo! the gems which deck the wave Vanish, and "leave the wretch to weep." 'T was not for fortune's smile of light, Which beams but to destroy for ever; 'T was not for pleasure's bubbles bright, Which dazzle still, deluding ever: Oft have I falter'd when alone Before the crowd I sung my lay, But ah, a father's feeble moan Rung in my ears, I dared not stay. Oh, I have borne pride's scornful look, And burning taunts from slander's tongue; Yet more of malice I could brook, E'en though my heart with grief was wrung. Adieu! a long -- a last adieu -- Once more I launch upon life's sea; But still shall memory turn to you, For, stranger, you have felt for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAN AN' MOOSE by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 38. THE RETREAT FROM MOSCOW by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HYMEN AND CUPID - MARRIAGE AND LOVE by APHRA BEHN SONG, FR. A VISION OF GIOGIONE: GEMMA'S SONG ON THE WATER by GORDON BOTTOMLEY IF I COULD TOUCH by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE CHINESE PROCESSION by WITTER BYNNER A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 19 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. IN A MANUFACTURING TOWN by EDWARD CARPENTER THE LEGEND OF GOOD WOMEN: 9. THE LEGEND OF HYPERMNESTRA by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |