A bird with azure breast and beak of gold, A joyous stranger, beautiful and shy, Flown from far groves beneath a summer sky, At morn amid our March woods bare and cold Sang like a spirit. Raptures such as hold The arches charmed, and hush the zephyr's sigh, From his enamored throat flowed carelessly In musical low warblings manifold. At length he...Learn More

Along the hushed aisles, little frequented, Except by feet on sacred service bent At Sabbath's hour of praise or sacrament, The gathering pastors move with quiet tread. Such men! see what a lion in that head! What passion in those eyes magnificent! What pride in that imperial brow unbent! This face, what grace and subtle charm inbred; What power...Learn More

Too fairy-light of keel, and swift of sail To bide the winds and currents of the world, At last good-by to fickle wave and gale! Thy bark steers free, with all her wings unfurled, Into the happy deeps through foam-wreaths curled! Thought, like a seraph, radiant at the peak, Leans seaward through the shower of diamond spray Tossed in light scorn...Learn More

O Winter! thou art not that haggard Lear, With stormy beard and countenance of woe, Raving amain, or dumbly crouching low, In hoary desolation mocked with fear! To me thou art the white queen of the year, A stately virgin in her robes of snow, With royal lilies crowned, and all aglow With holy charms, and gems celestial clear. Nor dost thou come...Learn More

All lands are God's lands; yet is this indeed The home express of His divinity; His visible hand redeemed it from the sea, And sowed its fields with freedom's deathless seed. He succored it most swiftly in its need; In field and council men with awe did see His arm made manifest almightily, Scarce veiled in instruments of mortal breed. He laid a...Learn More

Thou art the friend and comrade, Poesy, For whom I suffer all things, still content If not in vain for thee my light is spent,— The share of heavenly light that fell on me. Thou art my meat, my drink, my liberty; Thou art my garb, thou art my tenement, Wherein I hide all night from floods unpent From lightnings, winds, and scourgings of the...Learn More

On the bare cliffs in lonely revery I wait, and hear far off the smothered shocks Of billows plunging on the stubborn rocks That pillar the ancient gateway to the sea; And there comes o'er me, swift, resistless, free, Again that old fierce soul of storm and flood, With fire and joy exultant in the blood, Erewhile through stormy years my...Learn More

Dost thou not know God's country, where it lies? That land long dreamed of, more desired than gold, Which noble souls, by dauntless hope made bold, Have searched the future for with longing eyes! Hast thou not seen in heaven its hills arise? Hast thou not viewed its glories manifold, 'Midst sky-wide scenery splendidly unrolled, Ripe for hearts'...Learn More

'Tis not so sad to know that thus he died, Small power hath Death to trouble such as he, Whom, overcome by darkest treachery, No meaner pang than pity could betide, But that so rich a spirit—such a pride Of passion, splendor, immortality, Such a fire—be quenched and lost so utterly, How sinks our heart of hope betrayed, belied! Alas, and this is...Learn More

One stood upon the morning hills and saw The heavens revealed in symbol and in sign; He read their mystic meanings, line by line, And taught in light the reign of rhythmic law. One in the twilight valleys, pierced with awe, Beheld wan Hope amid great darkness shine— Saw gloom and glory blent without design, And cried against a world of blot and...Learn More

Blank shadow here. The heights on either hand Sparkle with lamps. Around me foams the bold, Loud Hudson,—swiftly into darkness rolled. Those vanish all, and Memory takes her stand In that wild cave among that famous band, Girt round by unseen terrors manifold, Revealed in that enchanting fiction old, Blown hence through many an alien tongue and...Learn More

In deep green woods there lies a fairy glade, Shut in by tawny hemlocks wild and tall; Its floor is made with richest moss, and all Its round is steeped in most delicious shade. It is a spot for listening silence made. Few sounds awake it save the wild bird's call, And winds that murmur round its forest wall, like instruments at airy distance...Learn More