Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PILGRIMAGE, by HENRY VAUGHAN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: As travellers when the twilight's come Last Line: That I may travel to thy mount. Alternate Author Name(s): Silurist | ||||||||
As travellers when the twilight's come, And in the sky the stars appear, The past day's accidents do sum With, Thus we saw there, and thus here; 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, O that I were but where I see! 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... |
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