 | Poems by James Rhoades |  |
23
A SAD THOUGHT.
As we pass'd into the valley,
Out of heaven a sunbeam sprang;
Stream to stream, like silver harp-strings
Quivering on the mountains, rang.
Out of heaven a sunbeam sprang;
Stream to stream, like silver harp-strings
Quivering on the mountains, rang.
Sudden smiled each frowning forehead
Of the sun-forsaken hills;
Sped the full voluptuous river
Proudly to his foaming ghylls.
Of the sun-forsaken hills;
Sped the full voluptuous river
Proudly to his foaming ghylls.
Only yon dark silent yew-tree
To the earth no gladness lent,
Rising like a thought of sorrow,
In the midst of merriment.
To the earth no gladness lent,
Rising like a thought of sorrow,
In the midst of merriment.
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