'Mid night's sweet calm, when day in sleepDoth feel the breadth and lengthened sweepOf Time's grim chase to catch the years,There comes to Earth the chiding fears
That revel in the starry deep
Those thuds of woeful pain that steepThe soul in…
A friend in need? Ah, yes - I know - you mean,
My boy, that something which all men have sought
In one way or another: still, they've caught
It not. A phantom's fitting form you've seen,
Some sad, wild Winter's night, when you have been
I dreamed last nightThat ballots fell like rain;That boxes overflowedAnd filled again;That joy expanded every manly breastAnd Fassett's name was leading all the rest.I dreamed the pollsWere crowded all the day;That waiting onesReluctant turned…
A dreamer? Yes. Why not? You have your way.
You think, perhaps you even dream. I know
Not if you dream like me; but whether so
Or otherwise, have you ne'er felt the day
Steal to your heart and bring the light and play
Of incompleted want? Hath…
O empty sound, so fraught with woe, What dost thou come to pest me so -
Why trouble me at all?
Whene'er I would my troubles hide, Whatever else hath left my side,
Thou needst not a call.
Thou hoverest near against my will, Through sunshine and…
Singst thou of love, my pretty bird,
Singst thou of love?
Thy melody my heart has stirred.
Singst thou of love?
Thy ovice doth fill th morning airWith notes of restful song that bearA message that methinks I've heardBefore. Singst thou of love,…
Across my path a sunbeam gently lies;
I know not whence it came - I think I know,
But, as I watch its glories come and go
It fades away! Whither then? Into the skies? I seek to follow it, with blinking eyes,
Wh[?]e things immortal [?] and…
The waves dashed high, the thunders echoed far, -
The lightnings flashed into the dismal gloom
The flames heated in Nature's troubled womb;
And earth was shaken by the furious war;
The Ship of State was strained in every spar;
And strong men…
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder"
One who knew has wisely said,
Since it gives us time to ponder
Over love, though living, dead!
As we will, the sweet face haunts us
And the voice we love is heard,
Though the accent pains and taunts…