When lo! what sudden splendor spreads Ere sorrow taught us, knew we these What wandering hue from Paradise St. John Lucas [18 A FAREWELL FLOW down, cold rivulet, to the sea, No more by thee my steps shall be, Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivulet, then a river: No where by thee my steps shall be, But here will sigh thine alder-tree, A thousand suns will stream on thee, Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892] Such songs have power to quiet Then read from the treasured volume And lend to the rhyme of the poet And the night shall be filled with music, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [1807-1882] THE BRIDGE I STOOD On the bridge at midnight, I saw her bright reflection In the waters under me, Like a golden goblet falling And sinking into the sea. And far in the hazy distance Of that lovely night in June, The blaze of the flaming furnace Gleamed redder than the moon. Among the long, black rafters The wavering shadows lay, And the current that came from the ocean As, sweeping and eddying through them, And, streaming into the moonlight, The seaweed floated wide. And forever and forever, As long as the river flows, The moon and its broken reflection As the symbol of love in heaven, And its wavering image here. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [1807-1882] "MY LIFE IS LIKE THE SUMMER ROSE" My life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray; My life is like the prints, which feet All trace will vanish from the sand; All vestige of the human race, On that lone shore loud moans the sea, But none, alas! shall mourn for me! Richard Henry Wilde [1789-1847] |