The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival With a biographical sketch |
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[I saw the sun, at the dawning of day]
I saw the sun, at the dawning of day,
Chasing the mantling mist away,
And tinging it over with gold;
The clouds that before his face were driven
Were rich with the deepest hues of heaven,
And in volumes of crimson rolled:
The world was blooming and bright and fair,
But nor life nor love was moving there.
Chasing the mantling mist away,
And tinging it over with gold;
The clouds that before his face were driven
Were rich with the deepest hues of heaven,
And in volumes of crimson rolled:
The world was blooming and bright and fair,
But nor life nor love was moving there.
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I saw that sun, at his setting hour,
Send over the hills an amber shower
Of softer and mellower rays;
It bronzed the trunks of the moss-grown wood,
And bathed their leaves in a golden flood,
As he sank in his fullest blaze:
The world was dewy and calm and fair,
But nor life nor love was moving there.
Send over the hills an amber shower
Of softer and mellower rays;
It bronzed the trunks of the moss-grown wood,
And bathed their leaves in a golden flood,
As he sank in his fullest blaze:
The world was dewy and calm and fair,
But nor life nor love was moving there.
I saw the moon, at the noon of night,
Crowning the sky serenely bright,
And gilding the waves below;
Clear in her beam the white frost shone,
As if over the fields were loosely thrown
A sparkling sheet of snow:
The world was silent and pure and fair,
But nor life nor love was moving there.
Crowning the sky serenely bright,
And gilding the waves below;
Clear in her beam the white frost shone,
As if over the fields were loosely thrown
A sparkling sheet of snow:
The world was silent and pure and fair,
But nor life nor love was moving there.
I saw, on her gay and purple wing,
The light and laughing spirit of Spring,
Strewing the earth with flowers;
The leafless shrubs were hung with bloom,
And an airy wave of soft perfume
Was poured from the budding bowers:
The world was smiling and sweet and fair,
But nor life nor love was moving there.
The light and laughing spirit of Spring,
Strewing the earth with flowers;
The leafless shrubs were hung with bloom,
And an airy wave of soft perfume
Was poured from the budding bowers:
The world was smiling and sweet and fair,
But nor life nor love was moving there.
I saw through the shade of a maple grove,
In the light of her youth and beauty, move
The fancied queen of my soul;
From her bright and quenchless orbs of blue
The arrows of thought and feeling flew,
And the tears of compassion stole:
O, she was the image of all that is fair,
And life and love were moving there.
In the light of her youth and beauty, move
The fancied queen of my soul;
From her bright and quenchless orbs of blue
The arrows of thought and feeling flew,
And the tears of compassion stole:
O, she was the image of all that is fair,
And life and love were moving there.
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