Frederick Goddard Tuckerman

“ III
39Dear to the child who hears thy rustling voice
40Cease at his footstep, though he hears thee still,
41Cease and resume, with vibrance crisp and shrill,
42Thou sittest in the sunshine to rejoice!;
43Night lover too; bringer of all things dark,
44And rest and silence; yet thou bringest to me
45Always that burthen of the unresting sea
46The moaning cliffs, the low rocks blackly stark;
47These upland inland fields no more I view,
48But the long flat seaside beach, the wild seamew,
49 And the overturning wave! ”

“ II
12The afternoon is sleepy!, let us lie
13Beneath these branches, whilst the burdened brook
14Muttering and moaning to himself goes by,
15And mark our minstrel's carol, whilst we look
16Toward the faint horizon, swooning-blue.
17 Or in a garden bower
18Trellised and trammeled with deep drapery
19 Of hanging green;
20 Light glimmering through:---
21 There let the dull hop be
22Let bloom, with poppy's dark refreshing flower;
23Let the dead fragrance round our temples beat,
24Stunning the sense to slumber ”