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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[Autumn]
The yellow forest lies beneath the sun
Quiet, although it suffereth decay
The brooklet to the Ocean-deep does run
With gentle lapse and silent melts away.
The clouds upon the evening sky are bright
But wasting mingle in the glorious light.
Quiet, although it suffereth decay
The brooklet to the Ocean-deep does run
With gentle lapse and silent melts away.
The clouds upon the evening sky are bright
But wasting mingle in the glorious light.
So, may my soul in life's declining hours
Like the still forest never once complain:
And flow unmurmuring adown its course
Like yonder brooklet to the Eternal Main;
And as the clouds upon the sunset sky
Be mingled with the radiance on high.
Like the still forest never once complain:
And flow unmurmuring adown its course
Like yonder brooklet to the Eternal Main;
And as the clouds upon the sunset sky
Be mingled with the radiance on high.
Thomas Cole's poetry | ||