 | [Poems by Cary in] The poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
THE HOMELESS.
As down on the wing of the raven,
Or drops on the upas-tree lie,
So darkness and blight are around me
To-night, I can scarcely tell why!
Or drops on the upas-tree lie,
So darkness and blight are around me
To-night, I can scarcely tell why!
Alone in the populous city!
No hearth for my coming is warm,
And the stars, the sweet stars, are all hidden
Away in the cloud and the storm!
No hearth for my coming is warm,
And the stars, the sweet stars, are all hidden
Away in the cloud and the storm!
The thoughts of all things that are saddest,
The phantoms unbidden that start
From the ashes of hopes that have perished,
Are with me to-night in my heart!
The phantoms unbidden that start
From the ashes of hopes that have perished,
Are with me to-night in my heart!
Alas! in this desolate sorrow,
The moments are heavy and long;
And the white-pinioned spirit of Fancy
Is weary, and hushes her song.
The moments are heavy and long;
And the white-pinioned spirit of Fancy
Is weary, and hushes her song.
One word of the commonest kindness
Could make all around me seem bright
As birds in the haunts of the summer,
Or lights in a village at night.
Could make all around me seem bright
As birds in the haunts of the summer,
Or lights in a village at night.
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