Christopher Pearse Cranch

  • Thought is deeper than all speech,
      Feeling deeper than all thought;
    Souls to souls can never teach
      What unto themselves was taught.

    We are spirits clad in veils;
      Man by man was never seen;
    All our deep communing fails
      To remove...

  • When Nature had made all her birds,
      With no more cares to think on,
    She gave a rippling laugh, and out
      There flew a Bobolinkon.

    She laughed again; out flew a mate;
      A breeze of Eden bore them
    Across the fields of Paradise,
      The...

  • Tears wash away the atoms in the eye
        That smarted for a day;
    Rain-clouds that spoiled the splendors of the sky
        The fields with flowers array.

    No chamber of pain but has some hidden door
        That promises release;
    No solitude so drear but...

  • Beyond the low marsh-meadows and the beach,
    Seen through the hoary trunks of windy pines,
    The long blue level of the ocean shines.
    The distant surf, with hoarse, complaining speech,
    Out from its sandy barrier seems to reach;
    And while the sun behind the...

  • Thought is deeper than all speech,
      Feeling deeper than all thought;
    Souls to souls can never teach
      What unto themselves was taught.

  • When nature had made all her birds,
      With no more cares to think on,
    She gave a rippling laugh, and out
      There flew a Bobolinkon.

    She laughed again; out flew a mate;
      A breeze of Eden bore them
    Across the fields of Paradise,
      The...