Alone--with one fair star for company, <br />The loveliest star among the hosts of night, <br />While the grey tide ebbs with the ebbing light-- <br />I pace along the darkening wintry sea. <br />Now round the yule-log and the glittering tree <br />Twinkling with festive tapers, eyes as bright <br />Sparkle with Christmas joys and young delight, <br />As each one gathers to his family. <br /> <br />But I--a waif on earth where'er I roam-- <br />Uprooted with life's bleeding hopes and fears <br />From that one heart that was my heart's sole home, <br />Feel the old pang pierce through the severing years, <br />And as I think upon the years to come <br />That fair star trembles through my falling tears.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-even/
