1. |
2. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
3. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
8. |
9. |
10. |
11. |
12. |
13. |
14. |
15. |
16. |
17. |
18. |
19. |
20. |
21. |
22. |
23. |
24. |
25. |
26. |
27. |
28. |
29. |
30. |
31. |
4. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
8. |
9. |
10. |
11. |
12. |
13. |
14. |
15. |
16. |
17. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
1. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
2. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
3. |
4. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
5. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
1. |
2. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
6. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
4. |
1. |
1. |
2. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
1. |
2. |
SONG |
The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||
SONG
A little longer still in summer suns,
On wintry hights, and where the wild brook runs,
To rest or wander;
A little longer left for human joy;
To win and lose,—man's masterful employ,—
To dream and ponder.
On wintry hights, and where the wild brook runs,
To rest or wander;
454
To win and lose,—man's masterful employ,—
To dream and ponder.
A little longer! But, O, sweeter this
Than any lesser grace or lowlier bliss
In earth's wide blindness:
A little longer left for lifting hearts,
Healing hurt souls, for earth's most heavenly arts—
For love and kindness.
Than any lesser grace or lowlier bliss
In earth's wide blindness:
A little longer left for lifting hearts,
Healing hurt souls, for earth's most heavenly arts—
For love and kindness.
The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||