Posts Tagged ‘Thomas Holley Chivers’

Thou wringest, with thy invisible hand, the foam
Out of the emerald drapery of the sea,
Beneath whose foldings lies the Sea-Nymph’s home –
Lifted, to make it visible, by thee;
Till thou art exiled, earthward, from the maine,
To cool the parched tongue of the Earth with rain. 

Thy viewless wing sweeps, with its tireless flight,
Whole Navies from their boundings on the waves –
Wrapping the canvas, pregnant with thy might,
Around the seamen in their watery graves!
Till thou dost fall asleep upon the grass,
And then the ocean is as smooth as glass. 

Thou art the Gardner of the flowery earth –
The Sower in the spring-time of the year –
Clearing plantations, in thy goings forth,
Amid the wilderness, where all is drear –
Scattering ten thousand giant oaks around,
Like playthings, on the dark, opprobrious ground.


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As graceful as the Babylonian willow
Bending, at noontide, over some clear stream
In Palestine, in beauty did she seem
Upon the cygnet-down of her soft pillow;
And now her breast heaved like some gentle billow
Swayed by the presence of the full round moon –
Voluptuous as the summer South at noon –
Her cheeks as rosy as the radiant dawn,
When heaven is cloudless! When she breathed, the air
Around was perfume! Timid as the fawn,
And meeker than the dove, her soft words were
Like gentle music heard at night, when all
Around is still – until the soul of care
Was soothed, as noontide by some waterfall.


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