Poems
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What can it be this yearning deep To sing of a something, I know not what.
Some dream of the night perchance, forgot When morning came to rouse from sleep?
I know what it is, I have learned it well.
The ear may catch the minstrelsy The voice alas ! all powerless be The tale in the speech of man to tell.
THE BROOK 29 THE BROOK Oh tiny brooklet, ever seaward yearning, What instinct guides unerringly thy way?
The strong-armed hills, the flower-starred mead- ows spurning, The tangled woodland lures... thee not astray.
And why, impatiently, thy wavelets urging?
Thou knowest not the goal to which they hie, Full soon with other waves commingling, merg- ing.
Thy life shall pass, thy very name shall die.
'* What time the bosomed clouds of spring, low- bending, Rewoke to life my pulses chained and chill, The ocean called and I, obedience lending, Forsook the shelter of my natal hill.
" My name forgetfulness awaiteth ever, No hand may pluck it from the hungry sea, Yet, from my waves, nor time nor tide can sever Myself that, nameless, shall immortal be." 30 POEMS THE VOICE Wondering, questioning, o'er the deep blue sky, In spirit-bark I float.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
What can it be this yearning deep To sing of a something, I know not what.
Some dream of the night perchance, forgot When morning came to rouse from sleep?
I know what it is, I have learned it well.
The ear may catch the minstrelsy The voice alas ! all powerless be The tale in the speech of man to tell.
THE BROOK 29 THE BROOK Oh tiny brooklet, ever seaward yearning, What instinct guides unerringly thy way?
The strong-armed hills, the flower-starred mead- ows spurning, The tangled woodland lures... thee not astray.
And why, impatiently, thy wavelets urging?
Thou knowest not the goal to which they hie, Full soon with other waves commingling, merg- ing.
Thy life shall pass, thy very name shall die.
'* What time the bosomed clouds of spring, low- bending, Rewoke to life my pulses chained and chill, The ocean called and I, obedience lending, Forsook the shelter of my natal hill.
" My name forgetfulness awaiteth ever, No hand may pluck it from the hungry sea, Yet, from my waves, nor time nor tide can sever Myself that, nameless, shall immortal be." 30 POEMS THE VOICE Wondering, questioning, o'er the deep blue sky, In spirit-bark I float.
What to read after Poems?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Smith, Charles Sprague, 1853-1910 to read onlineMoreLess
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