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The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival | ||
[III. Through the wood, in evening's shadow, straying]
Through the wood, in evening's shadow, straying;
O'er me arched the boughs, in silent gloom;
Deep in dreamy vision, long delaying,
Fades to night the day's departing bloom.
O'er me arched the boughs, in silent gloom;
Deep in dreamy vision, long delaying,
Fades to night the day's departing bloom.
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Fades the skyey rose, that over mountain
Blossomed wide and full in fields of air,—
Bloomed in heaven aloft, and low in fountain
Shone in softer tints, as pure and fair.
Blossomed wide and full in fields of air,—
Bloomed in heaven aloft, and low in fountain
Shone in softer tints, as pure and fair.
Darkness veils me round, and voices, gliding
Through the murmuring foliage, seem to say:
“Pause, and listen to the spirit's chiding,—
Haste, O, haste to brighter worlds away!
Through the murmuring foliage, seem to say:
“Pause, and listen to the spirit's chiding,—
Haste, O, haste to brighter worlds away!
“Mark the last, soft tint of day, receding
O'er the top of yonder solemn pine!
So departs the lingering spirit, leading
To yon purer day's eternal shine.
O'er the top of yonder solemn pine!
So departs the lingering spirit, leading
To yon purer day's eternal shine.
“There await thee all thy heart has cherished;
There the early loved, the hoped and gone:
Not a treasure of thy heart has perished,—
All to yonder world of rest have flown.”
There the early loved, the hoped and gone:
Not a treasure of thy heart has perished,—
All to yonder world of rest have flown.”
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