Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE MAIDEN IN THE EAST, by HENRY DAVID THOREAU Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Low in the eastern sky / is set thy glancing eye Last Line: Stand in their sylvan bowers. | ||||||||
Low in the eastern sky Is set thy glancing eye; And though its gracious light Ne'er riseth to my sight, Yet every star that climbs Above the gnarled limbs Of yonder hill, Conveys thy gentle will. Believe I knew thy thought, And that the zephyrs brought Thy kindest wishes through, As mine they bear to you, That some attentive cloud Did pause amid the crowd Over my head, While gentle things were said. Believe the thrushes sung, And that the flower-bells rung, That herbs exhaled their scent, And beasts knew what was meant, The trees a welcome waved, And lakes their margins laved, When thy free mind To my retreat did wind. It was a summer eve, The air did gently heave While yet a low-hung cloud Thy eastern skies did shroud; The lightning's silent gleam, Startling my drowsy dream, Seemed like the flash Under thy dark eyelash. Still will I strive to be As if thou wert with me; Whatever path I take, It shall be for thy sake, Of gentle slope and wide, As thou wert by my side, Without a root To trip thy gentle foot. I'll walk with gentle pace, And choose the smoothest place, And careful dip the oar, And shun the winding shore, And gently steer my boat Where water-lilies float, And cardinal flowers Stand in their sylvan bowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INDEPENDENCE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU INSPIRATION (2) by HENRY DAVID THOREAU KNOWLEDGE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU MY LIFE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU MY PRAYER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU ON THE SUN COMING OUT IN THE AFTERNOON by HENRY DAVID THOREAU RUMORS FROM AN AEOLIAN HARP by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |
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