Richard Realf (born 14 June 1832 in Framfield, East Sussex, England - died 28 October 1878 in Oakland, California) was a poet who lived in many places throughout the United States, and whose work was informed by these travels.
At the age of fifteen he began to write verses, and two years later he became amanuensis to a lady in Brighton. A traveling lecturer on phrenology recited some of young Realf's poems, as illustrations of ideality, and thereupon several literary people in Brighton sought him out and encouraged him. Under their patronage a collection of his poems was published, entitled "Guesses at the Beautiful" (London, 1852). Realf spent a year in Leicestershire, studying scientific agriculture, and in 1854 came to the United States.
Day in, day out, through the long campaign,
I march in my place in the ranks;
And whether it shine or whether It rain
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The swift years bring but slow development
Of the world’s majesty; for Freedom is
Born grandly, as a solid continent,
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O Earth! Thou hast not any wind that blows
Which is not music; every weed of thine
Pressed rightly flows in aromatic wine;
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This poet was very wealthy. If he missed
Worlds’ honors, and worlds’ plaudits, and the wage
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By the waters of Life we sat together,
Hand in hand in the golden days
Of the beautiful early summer weather,
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