Faltering and sad the unhappy Pilgrim roves, Who, on the eve of bleak December's night, Divided far from all he fondly loves, Journeys alone, along the giddy height Of these steep cliffs; and as the sun's last ray Fades in the west, sees, from the rocky verge, Dark tempest scowling o'er the shortened day, And hears, with ear appall'd, the impetuous surge Beneath him thunder! -- So, with heart oppress'd, Alone, reluctant, desolate, and slow, By Friendship's cheering radiance now unblest, Along Life's rudest path I seem to go; Nor see where yet the anxious heart may rest, That, trembling at the past -- recoils from future woe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON VORTICIST POEM ON LOVE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE PRINCE OF PEACE by EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH THE STORM by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH WANDERING WILLIE by ROBERT BURNS THE CONTRAST TO WATTS' HYMN 'THE POTTER AND THE CLAT' by JOHN BYROM |