Henry Timrod (8 December 1828 - 7 October 1867 / Charleston, South Carolina)
A Common Thought
Somewhere on this earthly planet
In the dust of flowers to be,
In the dewdrop, in the sunshine,
Sleeps a solemn day for me.
At this wakeful hour of midnight
I behold it dawn in mist,
And I hear a sound of sobbing
Through the darkness -- hist! oh, hist!
In a dim and murky chamber,
I am breathing life away;
Some one draws a curtain softly,
And I watch the broadening day.
As it purples in the zenith,
As it brightens on the lawn,
There's a hush of death about me,
And a whisper, "He is gone!"
Henry Timrod's Other Poems
- 1866 -- Addressed To The Old Year
- A Bouquet
- A Common Thought
- A Cry to Arms
- A Dedication - To K.S.G.
- A Mother Gazes Upon Her Daughter
- A Mother's Wail
- A Prize Poem
- A Rhapsody Of A Southern Winter Night
- A Summer Shower
- A Trifle
- A Vision of Poesy - Part 01
- A Vision of Poesy - Part 02
- A Year's Courtship
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