 | The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich |  |
LANDSCAPE
Gaunt shadows stretch along the hill;
Cold clouds drift slowly west;
Soft flocks of vagrant snowflakes fill
The redwing's frozen nest.
Cold clouds drift slowly west;
Soft flocks of vagrant snowflakes fill
The redwing's frozen nest.
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By sunken reefs the hoarse sea roars;
Above the shelving sands,
Like skeletons the sycamores
Uplift their wasted hands.
Above the shelving sands,
Like skeletons the sycamores
Uplift their wasted hands.
The air is full of hints of grief,
Faint voices touched with pain—
The pathos of the falling leaf
And rustling of the rain.
Faint voices touched with pain—
The pathos of the falling leaf
And rustling of the rain.
In yonder cottage shines a light,
Far-gleaming like a gem—
Not fairer to the Rabbins' sight
Was star of Bethlehem!
Far-gleaming like a gem—
Not fairer to the Rabbins' sight
Was star of Bethlehem!
| The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | |