We see the sky,--we love it day by day;
We feel the wind of Spring, from blossoms winging;
8 lines, 1 comment
Here is a world of changing glow,
Where moods roll swiftly far and wide;
24 lines
I dreamed within a dream the sun was gold;
And as I walked beneath this golden sun,
8 lines
Time and I pass to and fro,
Hardly greeting as we go,--
22 lines
[Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1864]
25 lines
Take me away into a storm of snow
So white and soft, I feel no deathly chill,
12 lines
The world was like a shell to me,--
Its voice with distant song was low;
12 lines
Say not, sad bell, another hour hath come,
Bare for the record of a world of crime;
8 lines
We speak of the world that passes away,--
The world of men who lived years ago,
12 lines
The sun is lying on the garden-wall,
The full red rose is sweetening all the air,
15 lines, 1 comment
Why is the nameless sorrowing look
So often thought a whim?
20 lines
At purple eyes beside the grain,
Our loves on altars we had burned,
16 lines
My graveyard holds no once-loved human forms,
Grown hideous and forgotten, left alone,
8 lines
There in the midst of gloom the church-spire rose,
And not a star lit any side of heaven;
16 lines
A shadowed form before the light,
A gleaming face against the night,
10 lines, 1 comment
Weeping for another's woe,
Tears flow then that would not flow
14 lines
Labor not in the murky dell,
But till your harvest hill at morn;
8 lines
A broken mirror in a trembling hand;
Sad, trembling lips that utter broken thought:
12 lines
Somewhere, somewhere in this heart
There lies a jewel from the sea,
12 lines
Sorrow, my friend,
When shall you come again?
25 lines
Lullaby on the wing
Of my song, O my own!
16 lines
I loved a child as we should love
Each other everywhere;
28 lines
O soul of life, 't is thee we long to hear,
Thine eyes we seek for, and thy touch we dream;
6 lines
\Death's Eloquence\
35 lines
Ill-wrought life we look at as we die!
Mistaken, selfish, meagre, and unmeet;
10 lines
New days are dear, and cannot be unloved,
Though in deep grief we mourn, and cling to death;
12 lines
Pray, have you heard the news?
Sturdy in lungs and thews,
18 lines
Delicate gayety,
Strains of a violin;
20 lines, 1 comment
O girl of spring! O brown-eyed girl!
Gathering violets near the woods,
12 lines
O love, I come; thy last glance guideth me!
Drawn, too, by webs of shadow, like thine hair;
13 lines
|