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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[95. A reminiscence of my perish'd love]
A reminiscence of my perish'd love
Shone softly o'er my mind
It came as moonlight on the grove
Or music on the wind—
It had a sweet regretful power
Like fragrance from a withered flower—
Shone softly o'er my mind
It came as moonlight on the grove
Or music on the wind—
It had a sweet regretful power
Like fragrance from a withered flower—
Ye visitations from the fading past,
Spirits of departed joys,
When gloom and sadness overcast,
Then to my soul arise
And be like sunshine on the grave
Of hopes I loved but could not save—
Come as the twilight of the day
Whose summer now is past away—
Spirits of departed joys,
When gloom and sadness overcast,
Then to my soul arise
And be like sunshine on the grave
Of hopes I loved but could not save—
Come as the twilight of the day
Whose summer now is past away—
Thomas Cole's poetry | ||