Philip Henry Savage Poems

To G.S.

GLIMPSED now and again in his pine-tree tower,
A chickadee sang the soft hours away.
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THE leaf will fall, through green and gold,
To dissolution in the mould.

The tree will fall, and in the sod
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Mary, when the wild-rose
Blossomed on the vine,
Hearts were light, eyes were bright,
But none so bright as thine.
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The extreme beauty and the dear delight,
Wherewith the world accosts me as I go,
Catch up the heart, and like a flake of snow
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BE more concrete, immediate to man!
So did he counsel me, the sage; and I,
Taking for naught the gentle guidances
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Roll down, roll down, thou darkling earth,
To the eastern shores of light,
Where the plashing waves of the morning's birth
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Spinoza polished glasses clear
To view the heavenly hemisphere;
I verses, that my friend therethrough
My arc of earth may rightly view.
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THE fickle wind, by ebb and flaw,
Wavers uncertain as a girl:
The fire delays and will not draw:
The smoke creeps out in lip and curl;
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WESTMORELAND and the hills of Cumberland,
Though Alps may overpeer them, have a name
Unperishing while the earth still bears in man
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DEATH has a power to fright the soul,
And unseat courage from control.

But when, by love and sorrow led,
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