The Keeper of the Concord Light is dead, And gone its shining way to Paradise; From that Snug Harbor of the soul he spies A beacon-glory round his memory shed By waves that bring to hungry mortals bread, Once cast upon the waters by the wise, Kind hand that kept the Light. His startled eyes Gleam heavenly joy, then fill with modest dread And turn...Learn More

When Avon's Bard his sweetest music scored, A woman's vision with the numbers blent; Each to the other equal beauty lent As weaving fancy robed the form adored. O Poet, didst thou see upon the board Eye-filling Rosalind, whose playful bent Suffused thy lines? Juliet, all passion-spent? Viola's sweet self, and Imogen's restored? 'Twas thine to give...Learn More