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R. E. R.
No shadow darkens the resplendent day!O mother Nature, dost thou make no moan
When he, thy son and lover, lieth prone,
Breathless, and silent? All thy hills are gay
In pomp of gold and crimson, like the play
Of royal banners shining in the sun,
Proudly rejoicing as for victories won!
Hath thy great heart no need to weep or pray?
And Nature answered: “Nay, I but rejoice!
I bid my vales be glad, and all my streams;
I bid my mountains crown themselves with light,
And every late bird lift a joyful voice;
For lo! at length the radiant morning gleams,
And he who once was blind hath done with night.”
| Last poems including Afterglow and Beyond the sunset | |