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And all we shrink from now may seem
No new revealing,
Familiar as our childhood's stream,
Or pleasant memory of a dream,
The loved and cherished Past upon the new life
stealing. Beyond the dark pine bluffs and wastes of sandy
Serene and mild, the untried light
May have its dawning ;
And, as in summer's northern night
The evening and the dawn unite,
The sunset hues of Time blend with the soul's
new morning. With varying outline mark the coast for miles
I sit alone ; in foam and spray around.
Wave after wave
Breaks on the rocks which, stern and gray,
Shoulder the broken tide away,
Or murmurs hoarse and strong through mossy
cleft and cave.
And noisy town?
I see the mighty deep expand
From its white line of glimmering sand
To where the blue of heaven on bluer waves
In listless quietude of mind,
I yield to all
The change of cloud and wave and wind;
And passive on the flood reclined,
I wander with the waves, and with them rise
But look, thou dreamer ! — wave and shore
In shadow lie;
The night-wind warns me back once more
To where, my native hill-tops o'er,
Bends like an arch of fire the glowing sunset
sky! Here, where the sunny waters break,
So then, beach, bluff, and wave, farewell !
I bear with me
But long and oft shall Memory tell
Of this brief thoughtful hour of musing by the
JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER.
Of sea-birds in the slanting beam
WHEN descends on the Atlantic
Storm-wind of the equinox,
Landward in his wrath he scourges
The toiling surges,
Laden with sea-weed from the rocks : grow.
From the far-off isles enchanted
Heaven has planted
From the strong Will, and the Endeavor
That forever Wrestles with the tides of Fate ; From the wreck of Hopes far-scattered,
Tempest-shattered, Floating waste and desolate ; –
Ever drifting, drifting, drifting
On the shifting
They, like hoarded
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.
LIGHT as a flake of foam upon the wind
A WEARY weed, tossed to and fro,
Drearily drenched in the ocean brine, Soaring high and sinking low,
Lashed along without will of mine ;