When He returns, and finds all sleeping here-- Some old, some young, some fair, and some not fair, Will He stoop down and whisper in each ear "Awaken!" or for pity's sake forbear,-- Saying, "How shall I meet their frozen stare Of wonder, and their eyes so woebegone? How shall I comfort them in their despair, If they cry out 'too late! let us sleep...Learn More

O Rainbow, Rainbow! on the livid height, Softening its ashen outline into dream, Dewy yet brilliant, delicately bright As pink wild-roses' leaves, why dost thou gleam So beckoningly? whom dost thou invite Still higher upward on the bitter quest? What dost thou promise to the weary sight In that strange region whence thou issuest? Speak'st thou of...Learn More