Catskill Mountain House
WAVE after wave of greenness rolling down
From mountain top to base, a whispering sea
Of affluent leaves through which the viewless breeze
Murmurs mysteriously.
And towering up amid the lesser throng,
A giant oak...
Why came the rose? Because the sun, in shining,
Found in the mold some atoms rare and fine:
And, stooping, drew and warmed them into growing,—
Dust, with the spirit’s mystic countersign.
What made the perfume? All his wondrous kisses
Fell on the...
The Sunset light is on the sail,
The water all aglow,
And on the billows up and down
The boat rocks to and fro;
The birds float upward to the sky—
Oh, how I long for wings to fly!
The boat has wings, the birds have wings,
But none...
