Yet sometimes, with the sad respectant mind We look upon lost hours of want and wail As on a picture, with contentment pale; And even the present seems with voices kind To soothe our sorrow; and the past endears; Or like a sick man's happy trance appears, When on the first soft waves of slumber's calm And like a wreck that has outlived the gale, No longer lifted by the wrenching billow, He rides at rest; while from the distant dam, Dim and far off as in a dream, he hears The pulsing hammer play, or the vague wind Rising and falling in the wayside willow, Or the faint rustling of the watch beneath his pillow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR ODE TO EVENING by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) PARAPHRASE ON THOMAS A KEMPIS by ALEXANDER POPE PARRHASIUS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS |