The Poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich
The Poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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The leaf that rustles here Has more than autumn's mournfulness. The place Is heavy with his absence. Like fixed eyes Whence the dear light of sense and thought has fled The vacant windows stare across the lawn.
The wise sweet spirit that informed it all Is otherwhere. The house itself is dead.
O autumn wind among the sombre pines.
Breathe you his dirge, but be it sweet and low, With deep refrains and murmurs of the sea, Like to his verse — the art is yours alone.
Digitized by LjOOQ IC WHITE EDI...TH 6i His once — you taught him. Now no voice but yours.
Tender and low, O wind among the pines !
WHITE EDITH Above an ancient book, with a knight's crest In tarnished gold on either cover stamped, She leaned, and read — a chronicle it was In which the sound of hautboys stirred the pulse, And masques and gilded pageants fed the eye.
Though here and there the vellum page was stained Sanguine with battle, chiefly it was love The stylus held — some wan-cheeked scribe, per- chance, That in a mouldy tower by candle-light Forgot his hunger in his madrigals.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
The leaf that rustles here Has more than autumn's mournfulness. The place Is heavy with his absence. Like fixed eyes Whence the dear light of sense and thought has fled The vacant windows stare across the lawn.
The wise sweet spirit that informed it all Is otherwhere. The house itself is dead.
O autumn wind among the sombre pines.
Breathe you his dirge, but be it sweet and low, With deep refrains and murmurs of the sea, Like to his verse — the art is yours alone.
Digitized by LjOOQ IC WHITE EDI...TH 6i His once — you taught him. Now no voice but yours.
Tender and low, O wind among the pines !
WHITE EDITH Above an ancient book, with a knight's crest In tarnished gold on either cover stamped, She leaned, and read — a chronicle it was In which the sound of hautboys stirred the pulse, And masques and gilded pageants fed the eye.
Though here and there the vellum page was stained Sanguine with battle, chiefly it was love The stylus held — some wan-cheeked scribe, per- chance, That in a mouldy tower by candle-light Forgot his hunger in his madrigals.
What to read after The Poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Aldrich Thomas Bailey to read onlineMoreLess
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