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...ON THE WAY (PHILADELPHIA, 1794) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN by THOMAS HARDY SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LAST MAN: METAPHOR OF RAIN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LEADING OF SORROW by MATHILDE BLIND |