THOU art the joy of age:
Thy sun is dear when long the shadow falls.
Forth to its friendliness the old man crawls,
And, like the bird hung in his poor cage
To gather song from radiance, in his chair
Sits by the door; and sitteth there
His soul...
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SAY, from what golden quivers of the sky Thou in the Moon’s bright chariot, proud and gay, |
I Have been here before, You have been mine before,— |
[October 25, 1854] |
God moves in a mysterious way Deep in unfathomable mines |
As from the earth the light Balloon |
By a departing light |
Image of Light, Adieu — |
In thy long Paradise of Light |
Of their peculiar light |