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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To a Lock of Hair—
Best relic of the distant or the dead
Unchanged art thou by season, space or years;
O'er present thoughts thou hast the power to shed
The hues of by-gone days, and call our tears
From out their founts, in soft and soothing sorrow;
Revealing to our souls, those whom we love,
In a full keen remembrance—And we borrow
Through thee a light into the past, and move
Among friends dear to us, and learn to know
Our bosoms are not chilled by care and wrong
And love as they have loved—except the flow
Of their affection is more deep and strong—
Unchanged art thou by season, space or years;
O'er present thoughts thou hast the power to shed
The hues of by-gone days, and call our tears
From out their founts, in soft and soothing sorrow;
Revealing to our souls, those whom we love,
In a full keen remembrance—And we borrow
Through thee a light into the past, and move
Among friends dear to us, and learn to know
Our bosoms are not chilled by care and wrong
And love as they have loved—except the flow
Of their affection is more deep and strong—
Like to a lake whose icy bands are riven
By the soft breath of spring—it breaks away
And to the current power and strength are given
By that which bound it on the winter's day.
By the soft breath of spring—it breaks away
And to the current power and strength are given
By that which bound it on the winter's day.
T. C.
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