 | Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne |  |
A LYRICAL PICTURE.
COMPOSED NEAR THE SEA-COAST.
See! see!
How the shadows steal along,
Blending in a golden throng,
Softly, lovingly;
From each mossed and quaint tree-column,
Stretched toward the dimpling river,
How they quiver!
While in low, pathetic tone
Twilight's herald-breeze is blown
Down the sunset solemn!
How the shadows steal along,
Blending in a golden throng,
Softly, lovingly;
From each mossed and quaint tree-column,
Stretched toward the dimpling river,
How they quiver!
While in low, pathetic tone
Twilight's herald-breeze is blown
Down the sunset solemn!
Hear! hear!
Dropped from gray mists, circling high,
The sea-wending curlew's cry,
Strangely wild and drear;
Echoed by a voice that thrills us,
From the murmurous verge of ocean—
Voice that fills us
With a sense of mystery old,
And vague memories which enfold
Many a weird emotion.
Dropped from gray mists, circling high,
The sea-wending curlew's cry,
Strangely wild and drear;
Echoed by a voice that thrills us,
From the murmurous verge of ocean—
Voice that fills us
With a sense of mystery old,
And vague memories which enfold
Many a weird emotion.
Turn! turn!
From yon loftier cloud-land dun;
Mark what splendors of the sun
Westward throb and burn—
Burn as if some glorious angel
Blessed the air and land, and river
With his mute evangel:
All things own so rich a grace
That in Heaven's divine embrace
Earth seems clasped forever!
From yon loftier cloud-land dun;
Mark what splendors of the sun
Westward throb and burn—
Burn as if some glorious angel
Blessed the air and land, and river
With his mute evangel:
All things own so rich a grace
That in Heaven's divine embrace
Earth seems clasped forever!
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