As travellers when the twilight's come, And in the sky the stars appear, The past day's accidents do sum With, @3Thus we saw there, and thus here@1; Then Jacob-like lodge in a place (A place, and no more, is set down) Where till the day restore the race They rest and dream homes of their own: So for this night I linger here, And full of tossings to and fro, Expect still when thou wilt appear That I may get me up, and go. I long, and groan, and grieve for thee, For thee my words, my tears do gush, @3O that I were but where I see@1! Is all the note within my bush. As birds robbed of their native wood, Although their diet may be fine, Yet neither sing, nor like their food, But with the thought of home do pine: So do I mourn, and hang my head, And though thou dost me fullness give, Yet look I for far better bread Because by this man cannot live. O feed me then! and since I may Have yet more days, more nights to count, So strengthen me, Lord, all the way, That I may travel to thy Mount. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEY SAY - . by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER THE ANGELUS; HEARD AT THE MISSION DOLORES IN SAN FRANCISCO, 1868 by FRANCIS BRET HARTE STEVENSON'S BIRTHDAY by KATHERINE WISE MILLER AUTUMN DAY by RAINER MARIA RILKE SORCERY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |