Sidney Lanier Poems
|82.||The Revenge Of Hamish||12/31/2002|
|83.||At First. To Charlotte Cushman.||12/31/2002|
|84.||Souls And Rain-Drops||12/31/2002|
|87.||A Birthday Song. To S. G.||12/31/2002|
|88.||A Florida Sunday.||12/31/2002|
|89.||The Song Of The Chattahoochee||12/31/2002|
|91.||A Song Of The Future.||12/31/2002|
|92.||An Evening Song.||12/31/2002|
|93.||A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master||12/31/2002|
|94.||A Sunrise Song.||12/31/2002|
|96.||A Song Of Eternity In Time||12/31/2002|
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A Song Of Eternity In Time
Once, at night, in the manor wood
My Love and I long silent stood,
Amazed that any heavens could
Decree to part us, bitterly repining.
My Love, in aimless love and grief,
Reached forth and drew aside a leaf
That just above us played the thief
And stole our starlight that for us was shining.
A star that had remarked her pain
Shone straightway down that leafy lane,
And wrought his image, mirror-plain,
Within a tear that on her lash hung gleaming.
"Thus Time," I cried, "is but a tear
Some one hath wept 'twixt hope and ...
Across the brook of Time man leaping goes
On stepping-stones of epochs, that uprise
Fixed, memorable, midst broad shallow flows
Of neutrals, kill-times, sleeps, indifferencies.
So twixt each morn and night rise salient heaps:
Some cross with but a zigzag, jaded pace
From meal to meal: some with convulsive leaps
Shake the green tussocks of malign disgrace:
And some advance by system and deep art