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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[39. On the frore shadow of yon mountain-steep]
On the frore shadow of yon mountain-steep
I gaze remembering every tender dye
Of Summer and of Autumn, rich and deep,
The joyous forest's gorgeous pride, and sigh
That the soft seasons speed so swiftly away
And Winter lingers with unkind delay—
I gaze remembering every tender dye
Of Summer and of Autumn, rich and deep,
The joyous forest's gorgeous pride, and sigh
That the soft seasons speed so swiftly away
And Winter lingers with unkind delay—
I gaze; but not as once 'twas mine to gaze
With heart too full of youthful hope for gloom
Ere those Belov'd Ones we did gently place
Within the confines of the Silent Tomb—
Since then the seasons wear a sadder hue
And Evening's golden tints are faded too—
With heart too full of youthful hope for gloom
Ere those Belov'd Ones we did gently place
Within the confines of the Silent Tomb—
Since then the seasons wear a sadder hue
And Evening's golden tints are faded too—
January 12, 1838
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