Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling,
Give me juicy autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard,
Give me a field where the unmowed grass grows,
Give me an arbor, give me the trellised grape,
Give me fresh corn and wheat, give me serene...
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The Baby sits in her cradle, |
Sonnet Xxx. |
Translated by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow INTO the Silent Land! |
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There is no Silence in the Earth — so silent |
I see the sons of Genius rise |