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[VIII. As when, down some broad River dropping, we]
As when, down some broad River dropping, we,Day after day, behold the assuming shores
Sink and grow dim, as the great Water-course
Pushes his banks apart and seeks the sea;
Benches of pines, high shelf and balcony,
To flats of willow and low sycamores
Subsiding, till, where'er the wave we see,
Himself is his horizon utterly:
So fades the portion of our early world.
Still on the ambit hangs the purple air;
Yet, while we lean to read the secret there,
The stream that by green shore-sides splashed and purled
Expands; the mountains melt to vapors rare,
And life alone circles out flat and bare.
| Poems by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman | |