Thomas Bailey Aldrich ( 10 of 31 )
Good night! I have to say good night,
To such a host of peerless things!
Good night! I have to say good night,
To such a host of peerless things!
We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
The white of their leaves, the amber grain
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We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
The white of their leaves, the amber grain
Shrunk in the wind,--and the lightning now
Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain.
Gracious to all, to none subservient, Without offense he spoke the word he meant.
Gracious to all, to none subservient, Without offense he spoke the word he meant.
Have you not heard the poets tell
How came the dainty Baby Bell
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Have you not heard the poets tell
How came the dainty Baby Bell
Into this world of ours?
Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows
In yonder West: the fair, frail palaces,
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Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows
In yonder West: the fair, frail palaces,
The fading Alps and archipelagoes,
And great cloud-continents of sunset-seas.
We weep when we are born,
Not when we die!
We weep when we are born,
Not when we die!
Dear Lord, though I be changed to senseless clay,
And serve the Potter as he turn his wheel,
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Dear Lord, though I be changed to senseless clay,
And serve the Potter as he turn his wheel,
I thank Thee for the gracious gift of tears!
I like not lady-slippers,
Not yet the sweet-pea blossoms,
Not yet the flaky roses,
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I like not lady-slippers,
Not yet the sweet-pea blossoms,
Not yet the flaky roses,
Red or white as snow;
I like the chaliced lilies,
The heavy Eastern lilies,
The gorgeous tiger-lilies,
That in our garden grow.
Or light or dark, or short or tall,
She sets a springe to snare them all:
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Or light or dark, or short or tall,
She sets a springe to snare them all:
All's one to her--above her fan
She'd make sweet eyes at Caliban.
What probing deep
Has ever solved the mystery of sleep?
What probing deep
Has ever solved the mystery of sleep?
