Let me give something!--though my spring be done, Give to the children, ere their summertime: Though stirred with grief, like rain let fall my rhyme And tell of one whose aim was much, of one Whose strife was this: that in his thought should be Some power of wind, some drenching of the sea, Some drift of stars across a darkling coast, Imagination, insight, memory, awe, And dear New England nature first and last,-- Whose end was high, whose work was well-begun: Of one who from his window looked and saw His little hemlocks in the morning sun, And while he gazed, into his heart almost The peace that passeth understanding passed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM ON QUEEN CAROLINE'S DEATHBED by ALEXANDER POPE THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 4. THE PASSIONS by JOHN ARMSTRONG HARVEST by GERTRUDE RYDER BENNETT THE WORLD PLAY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON BALLAD TO THE TUNE OF 'THE HEALTHS' by PATRICK CAREY |