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O child! O new-born denizen Of life's great city! on thy head The glory of morn is shed, Like a celestial benison! Here at the portal thou dost stand, And with thy little hand Thou openest the mysterious gate Into the future's undiscovered land. - To a Child [Babyhood] Thou driftest gently down the tides of sleep. - To a Child (l. 115) [Sleep] From labor there shall come forth rest. - To a Child (l. 162) [Labor] As great Pythagoras of yore, Standing beside the blacksmith's door, And hearing the hammers, as they smote The anvils with a different note, Stole from the varying tones, that hung Vibrant on every iron tongue, The secret of the sounding wire, And formed the seven-chorded lyre. - To a Child (l. 175) [Blacksmithing] Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside. - To an Old Danish Song-Book [Welcome] Thou Royal River, born of sun and shower In chambers purple with the Alpine glow, Wrapped in the spotless ermine of the snow And rocked by tempests! - To the River Rhone [Rhone River] O lovely river of Yvette! O darling river! like a bride, Some dimpled, bashful, fair Lisette Thou goest to wed the Orge's tide. O lovely river Yvette! O darling stream! on balanced wings The wood-birds sang the chansonnette That here a wandering poet sings. - To the River Yvette (st. 5) [Yvette River] Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks, And through the opening door that time unlocks Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep. - To-morrow [Morning : Tomorrow] To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest, Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide, And tremble to be happy with the rest." And I make answer: "I am satisfied; I dare not ask; I know not what is best; God hath already said what shall betide." - To-Morrow [Tomorrow] Hospitality sitting with gladness. - Translation from Frithiof's Saga [Hospitality] The ceaseless rain is falling fast, And yonder gilded vane, Immovable for three days past, Points to the misty main. - Travels by the Fireside (st. 1) [Rain] The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea. - Twilight [Twilight] Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, A shadow on those features fair and thin; And softly, from the hushed and darkened room, Two angels issued, where but one went in. - Two Angels (st. 9) [Death] Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night! - Two Rivers (pt. I) [Midnight] White swan of cities, slumbering in thy nest So wonderfully built among the reeds Of the lagoon, that fences thee and feeds, As sayeth thy old historian and thy guest! - Venice [Venice] Look, then, into thine heart and write! - Voices of the Night (prelude, st. 19) [Authorship] Like one in prayer I stood. - Voices of the Night--Prelude (st. 11) [Prayer] Nature with folded hand seemed there, Kneeling at her evening prayer! - Voices of the Night--Prelude (st. 11) [Nature] Books are sepulchres of thought. - Wind Over the Chimney (st. 8) [Books] Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear Has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long. - Woods in Winter (st. 7) [Wind] And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Towards the reef of Norman's Woe. - Wreck of the Hesperus (st. 15) [Shipwreck] Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. - Wreck of the Hesperus (st. 2) [Beauty] Janus am I; oldest of potentates! Forward I look and backward and below I count--as god of avenues and gates-- The years that through my portals come and go. I block the roads and drift the fields with snow, I chase the wild-fowl from the frozen fen; My frosts congeal the rivers in their flow, My fires light up the hearths and hearts of men. - Written for the Children's Almanac [Gods] Displaying page 26 of 26 for this author: << Prev 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 [26]
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