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Away, away, from men and towns,
Radiant sister of the Day, Awake! arise ! and come away! To the wild woods and the plains, And the pools where winter rains Image all their roof of leaves, Where the pine its garland weaves Of sapless green and ivy dun Round stems that never kiss the sun ; Where the lawns and pastures be, And the sandhills of the sea ; -Where the melting hoar-frost wets The daisy-star that never sets, And wind-flowers, and violets, Which yet join not scent to hue, Crown the pale year weak and new; When the night is left behind In the deep east, dun and blind, And the blue noon is over us, And the multitudinous Billows murmur at our feet, Where the earth and ocean meet, And all things seem only one In the universal sun.
TO JANE- THE RECOLLECTION.
Now the last day of many days,
The loveliest and the last, is dead,
The epitaph of glory fled, -
A frown is on the Heaven's brow.
We wandered to the Pine Forest
That skirts the Ocean's foam,
The tempest in its home.
The clouds were gone to play,
The smile of Heaven lay;
Sent from beyond the skies,
We paused amid the pines that stood
The giants of the waste, Tortured by storms to shapes as rude
As serpents interlaced, And soothed by every azure breath,
That under heaven is blown,
As tender as its own ;
Like green waves on the sea,
The ocean woods may be.
How calm it was !- the silence there
By such a chain was bound That even the busy woodpecker
Made stiller by her sound The inviolable quietness;
The breath of peace we drew With its soft motion made not less
The calm that round us grew. There seemed from the remotest seat Of the white mountain waste,
To the soft flower beneath our feet,
A magic circle traced,
A thrilling silent life,
Our mortal nature's strife ;-
The magic circle there,
The lifeless atmosphere.
We paused beside the pools that lie
Under the forest bough,
Gulphed in a world below;
Which in the dark earth lay,
And purer than the day- —
As in the upper air,
Than any spreading there.