The Collected Poems of S. Weir Mitchell
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At least for me this critic stone Has thoughts which seem not all my own.
Then piece by piece the sketch I tear, 134 THE SKETCH 135 And cast it on the careless air, In wonder at the mood could dare To sit by that mysterious sea, Nor tremble at its tragedy.
Around me stir the grasses green.
And thick the granite clefts between, Like little maids that notice crave, Lated daisies a welcome wave ; And cotton-weed, and golden-rod, Shyly beckon, or gayly nod.
Here to left are timbers black That knew ...the slave a century back ; As children steal through a place of graves.
Soft through its dark hold crawl the waves, Part the seaweed, and sally out In white-lipped hurry of tumbled rout.
The darkening sky is green o'erhead, The solemn surge rolls ghastly red ; The leaping crimson of the sea Dreams of the slave-ships' agony, And slowly, on its westering course, Crawls the dark nightfall of remorse.
My vision of that ancient sin Is gone.
Halloa ! the tide is in.
Four hours to wait the outward flow : Time to philosophize, I know.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
At least for me this critic stone Has thoughts which seem not all my own.
Then piece by piece the sketch I tear, 134 THE SKETCH 135 And cast it on the careless air, In wonder at the mood could dare To sit by that mysterious sea, Nor tremble at its tragedy.
Around me stir the grasses green.
And thick the granite clefts between, Like little maids that notice crave, Lated daisies a welcome wave ; And cotton-weed, and golden-rod, Shyly beckon, or gayly nod.
Here to left are timbers black That knew ...the slave a century back ; As children steal through a place of graves.
Soft through its dark hold crawl the waves, Part the seaweed, and sally out In white-lipped hurry of tumbled rout.
The darkening sky is green o'erhead, The solemn surge rolls ghastly red ; The leaping crimson of the sea Dreams of the slave-ships' agony, And slowly, on its westering course, Crawls the dark nightfall of remorse.
My vision of that ancient sin Is gone.
Halloa ! the tide is in.
Four hours to wait the outward flow : Time to philosophize, I know.
What to read after The Collected Poems of S. Weir Mitchell?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Mitchell Silas Weir to read onlineMoreLess
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