Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems

'Who claims our Shakespeare from that realm unknown,
Beyond the storm-vexed islands of the deep,
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WINTER is past; the heart of Nature warms
Beneath the wrecks of unresisted storms;
Doubtful at first, suspected more than seen,
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THE glory has passed from the goldenrod's plume,
The purple-hued asters still linger in bloom
The birch is bright yellow, the sumachs are red,
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YES, lady! I can ne'er forget,
That once in other years we met;
Thy memory may perchance recall
A festal eve, a rose-wreathed hall,
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THOU Gracious Power, whose mercy lends
The light of home, the smile of friends,
Our gathered flock thine arms infold
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AH, here it is! the sliding rail
That marks the old remembered spot,--
The gap that struck our school-boy trail,--
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I DON'T think I feel much older; I'm aware I'm rather gray,
But so are many young folks; I meet 'em every day.
I confess I 'm more particular in what I eat and drink,
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THEY tell us that the Muse is soon to fly hence,
Leaving the bowers of song that once were dear,
Her robes bequeathing to her sister, Science,
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The first messages received through the submarine cable
were sent by an electrical expert, a mysterious personage
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'T WAS on the famous trotting-ground,
The betting men were gathered round
From far and near; the 'cracks' were there
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