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Poems by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman | ||
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[XXXII. Oh for the face and footstep! woods and shores]
Oh for the face and footstep! woods and shoresThat looked upon us in life's happiest flush,
That saw our figures breaking from the brush,
That heard our voices calling through the bowers,
How are ye darkened! Deepest tears upgush
From the heart's heart: and, gathering more and more
Blindness, and strangling tears, as now before
Your shades I stand and find ye still so fair!
And thou, sad mountain stream! thy stretches steal
Through fern and flag, as when we gathered flowers
Along thy reeds and shallows cold; or where
Over the red reef, with a rolling roar
The woods, thro' glimmering gaps of green reveal,
Sideward, the River turning like a wheel.
Poems by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman | ||