Alone I sit at eventide:
The twilight glory pales,
And o’er the meadows far and wide
Chant pensive bobolinks.
(One might say nightingales!)
Song-sparrows warble on the tree,
I hear the purling brook,
And from the old “manse o’er...
O’er the yellow crocus on the lawn
Floats a light white butterfly.
Breezes waft it! See, ’t is gone!
Duska, little soul, when didst thou die?
Unflinching dante of a later day,
Thou who hast wandered through the realms of pain
And seen with aching breast and whirling brain
Woes which thou wert unable to allay,
What frightful visions hast thou brought away:
Of torments, passions, agonies,...
Saturnian mother! why dost thou devour
Thy offspring, who by loving thee are curst?
Why must they fear thee who would fain be first
To add new glories to thy matchless dower?
Why must they flee before thy cruel power,
That punishes their best as treason’s...
