Thomas Cole's poetry the collected poems of America's foremost painter of the Hudson River School reflecting his feelings for nature and the romantic spirit of the Nineteenth Century |
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[24. Again the wreathed snow]
Again the wreathed snow
Girdles and crowns the mountains:
Again is chain'd the flow
Of the once joyous fountains:
Girdles and crowns the mountains:
Again is chain'd the flow
Of the once joyous fountains:
Again the dark gray forests wildly wave
With doleful music in the biting blast
Unlike the gentle murmurings they gave
When summer's foliage was o'er them cast
With doleful music in the biting blast
Unlike the gentle murmurings they gave
When summer's foliage was o'er them cast
And yet I linger here;
The City calls aloud
To leave the woodlands sere
And join the busy crowd—
The City calls aloud
To leave the woodlands sere
And join the busy crowd—
I loiter gazing o'er the distant hills
That beauty ne'er deserts though clad
In wintry garb; and tarry by the rills
Whose summer warblings oft have made me glad
That beauty ne'er deserts though clad
In wintry garb; and tarry by the rills
Whose summer warblings oft have made me glad
Why do I tarry there?
A holy calm pervades
The rural earth—where men
Assemble there is turmoil; but these shades
Are unto me a solemn sacred place,
Where Envy—malice—pride can never come
Or coming, quickly all that demon race
Languish and die—the wildwood is their tomb—
A holy calm pervades
The rural earth—where men
Assemble there is turmoil; but these shades
Are unto me a solemn sacred place,
Where Envy—malice—pride can never come
Or coming, quickly all that demon race
Languish and die—the wildwood is their tomb—
Catskill
November 1, 1834
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