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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 5, 2, by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN Poet's Biography
First Line: Nor, though she seem to cast with backward hand
Last Line: Lights up the pools with her phosphoric breast.
First Line: Nor, though she seem to cast with backward hand
Last Line: Lights up the pools with her phosphoric breast.
Nor, though she seem to cast with backward hand
Strange measure, sunny cold or cloudy heat,
Or break with stamping rain the farmer's wheat,
Yet in such waste no waste the soul descries,
Intent to glean by barrenest sea and land.
For whoso waiteth, long and patiently,
Will see a movement stirring at his feet--
If he but wait nor think himself much wise.
Nay, from the mind itself a glimpse will rest
Upon the dark; summoning from vacancy
Dim shapes about his intellectual lamp,
Calling these in and causing him to see;
As the night-heron waking in the swamp
Lights up the pools with her phosphoric breast.
Other Poems of Interest...
A LATTER-DAY SAINT by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
A SAMPLE OF COFFEE BEANS by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
AN INCIDENT by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
ANYBODY'S CRITIC by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
APRIL by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
AS SOMETIMES IN A GROVE by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
CORALIE by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
ELIDORE by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
G.D.W. by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
GUNHILDA by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
HYMN TO THE VIRGIN by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
HYMN WRITTEN FOR THE DEDICATION OF A CEMETERY by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN