No, the day has wept its fill,
Spent its store of silent sorrow.
O, I’m gone back to the days of youth,
I am a child once more,
And ‘neath my father’s sheltering roof
And near the old hall door
I watch this cloudy evening fall
After a day of rain;
Blue mists, sweet mists of summer pall
The horizon’s mountain chain.
The damp stands on the long green grass
As thick as morning’s tears,
And dreamy scents of fragrance pass
That breathe of other years.
And I can sing and I can smile,Alike, while I have holiday.Why wilt thou go, my harassed heart,What thought, what scene invites thee now?What spot, or near or far,Has rest for thee, my weary brow?There is a spot, mid barren hills,Where winter howls, and driving rain;But if the dreary tempest chills,There is a light that…
And the wild bird has flown from that old gray stoneIn some warm nook a couch to find.In all the lonely landscape roundI see no light and hear no sound,Except the wind that far awayCome sighing o’er the healthy sea.
Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending,Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending,Man’s spirit away from its drear dungeon sending,Bursting the fetters and breaking the bars.All down the mountain sides wild forests lendingOne mighty voice to the life-giving wind,Rivers their banks in their jubilee rending,Fast through the valleys a reckless course wending,Wider and deeper their waters extending,Leaving…
The solemn hour of midnightBreathes sweet thoughts everywhere,But most where trees are sendingTheir breezy boughs on high,Or stooping low are lendingA shelter from the sky.And there in those wild bowersA lovely form is laid;Green grass and dew-steeped flowersWave gently round her head.
It was the marriage-time of MayWith her young lover, June.From her mother’s heart, seemed loath to partThat queen of bridal charms,But her father smiled on the fairest childHe ever held in his arms.The trees did wave their plumy crests,The glad birds caroled clear;And I, of all the wedding guests,Was only sullen there!There was not one,…
Its blossoms have the mightiest powerTo soothe my spirit’s care.There is a spell in purple heathToo wildly, sadly dear;The violet has a fragrant breathBut fragrance will not cheer.The trees are bare, the sun is cold;And seldom, seldom seen;The heavens have lost their zone of goldThe earth its robe of green;And ice upon the glancing streamHas…
