The Silent Tide Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Wherein it stands home like but desolate | B |
'Midst crowded and uneven statured sheds | A |
Alike by rain and sunshine sadly stained | C |
A quiet country road before the door | D |
Runs gathering close its ruts to scale the hill | E |
A sudden bluff on the New Hampshire coast | F |
That rises rough against the sea and hangs | G |
Crested above the bowlder sprinkled beach | H |
And on the road white houses small are strung | I |
Like threaded beads with intervals The church | J |
Tops the rough hill then comes the wheelwright's shop | K |
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From orchard church and shop you hear the sea | L |
And from the farm house windows see it strike | M |
Sharp gleams through slender arching apple boughs | N |
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Sea like too echoing round me here there rolls | O |
A surging sorrow and even so there breaks | P |
A smitten light of woe upon me now | Q |
Seeing this place and telling o'er again | R |
The tale of those who dwelt here once Long since | S |
It was and they were two two brothers bound | T |
By early orphanage and solitude | U |
The closer cleaving strongly each to each | H |
Till love that held them many years in gage | V |
Itself swept them asunder I have heard | W |
The story from old Deacon Snow their friend | X |
He who was boy and man with them A boy | Y |
What he How strange it seems who now is stiff | Z |
And warped with life's fierce heat and cold his brows | N |
Are hoary white and on his head the hairs | A2 |
Stand sparse as wheat stalks on the bare field's edge | B2 |
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Reuben and Jerry they were named but two | C2 |
Of common blood and nurture scarce were found | T |
More sharply different For the first was bold | D2 |
Breeze like and bold to come or go not rash | E2 |
But shrewdly generous popular and boon | F2 |
And Jerry dark and sad faced Whether least | G2 |
He loved himself or neighbor none could tell | H2 |
So cold he seemed in wonted sympathy | L |
Yet he would ponder an hour at a time | I2 |
Upon a bird found dead and much he loved | J2 |
To brood i' th' shade of yon wind wavered pines | K2 |
Often at night too he would wander forth | L2 |
Lured by the hollow rumbling of the sea | L |
In moonlight breaking there to learn wild things | M2 |
Such as these dreamers pluck out of the dusk | N2 |
While other men lie sleeping But a star | O2 |
Rose on his sight at last with power to rule | P2 |
Majestically mild that deep domed sky | Q2 |
High as youth's hopes that stood above his soul | R2 |
And ruling led him dayward That was Grace | S2 |
I mean Grace Brierly daughter of the squire | T2 |
Rivaling the wheelwright Hungerford's shy Ruth | U2 |
For beauty Therefore in the sunny field | V2 |
Mowing the clover purpled grass or waked | V2 |
In keen December dawns while creeping light | V2 |
And winter tides beneath the pallid stars | W2 |
Stole o'er the marsh together a thought of her | X2 |
Would turn him cool or warm like the south breeze | Y2 |
And make him blithe or bitter Alas for him | Z2 |
Eagerly storing golden thoughts of her | X2 |
He locked a phantom treasure in his breast | V2 |
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He sought to chain the breezes and to lift | V2 |
A perfume as a pearl before his eyes | A3 |
Intangible delight A time drew on | B3 |
When from these twilight musings on his hopes | C3 |
He woke and found the morning of his love | D3 |
Blasted and all its rays shorn suddenly | L |
For Reuben too had turned his eye on Grace | S2 |
And she with favoring face the suit had met | V2 |
Known in the village this dream fettered youth | U2 |
Perceiving not what passed until too late | V2 |
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One holiday the young folks all had gone | E3 |
Strawberrying with the village Sabbath school | P2 |
Reuben and Grace and Jerry Ruth Rob Snow | F3 |
And all their friends youth mates that buoyantly | P2 |
Bore out 'gainst Time's armadas like a fleet | V2 |
Of fair ships sunlit braced by buffeting winds | G3 |
Indomitably brave but soon or late | V2 |
Battle and hurricane or whirl them deep | H3 |
Below to death or send them homeward seared | V2 |
By shot and storm so went they forth that day | V2 |
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Two wagons full of rosy children rolled | V2 |
Along the rutty track 'twixt swamp and slope | I3 |
Through deep green glimmering woods and out at last | V2 |
On grassy table land warm with the sun | J3 |
And yielding tributary odors wild | V2 |
Of strawberry late June rose juniper | X2 |
Where sea and land breeze mingled There a brook | K3 |
Through a bare hollow flashing spurted purled | V2 |
And shot away yet stayed a light and grace | S2 |
Unconscious and unceasing And thick pines | K2 |
Hard by drew darkly far away their dim | Z2 |
And sheltering cool arcades So all dismount | V2 |
And fields and forest gladden with their shout | V2 |
Ball swing and see saw sending the light hearts | L3 |
Of the children high o'er earth and everything | M3 |
While some staid kindly women draw and spread | V2 |
In pine shade the long whiteness of a cloth | N3 |
The rest a busy legion o'er the grass | O3 |
Kneeling must rifle the meadow of its fruit | V2 |
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O laughing Fate O treachery of truth | U2 |
To royal hopes youth bows before That day | V2 |
Ev'n there where life in such glad measure beat | V2 |
Its round with winds and waters tunefully | P2 |
And birds made music in the matted wood | V2 |
The shaft of death reached Jerry's heart he saw | P3 |
The sweet conspiracy of those two lives | Q3 |
In looks and gestures read his doom and heard | V2 |
Their laughter ring to the grave all mirth of his | R3 |
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So Reuben's life in full leaf stood its fruit | V2 |
Hidden in a green expectancy but all | P2 |
His days were rounded with ripe consciousness | S3 |
While Jerry felt the winter's whitening blight | V2 |
As when that frosty fern work and those palms | T3 |
Of visionary leaf and trailing vines | K2 |
Quaint chased by night winds on the pane melt off | U3 |
And naked earth stone stiff with bristling trees | Y2 |
Stares in the winter sunlight coldly through | C2 |
But yet he rose and clothed himself amain | J3 |
With misery and once more put on life | V3 |
As a stained garment Highly he resolved | V2 |
To make his deedless days henceforward strike | M |
Pure harmony a psalm of silences | R3 |
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But on the Sunday coming from the church | J |
He saw those happy plighted lovers walk | W3 |
Before proud Grace's father and of friends | X3 |
Heard comment and congratulation given | J3 |
Then with Rob Snow he hurried to the beach | H |
To a rough heap of stones they two had reared | V2 |
In boyhood There the two held sad debate | V2 |
Of life's swift losses Bob inspiriting still | P2 |
Jerry rejecting hope ev'n though his friend | V2 |
Self wounding for he loved Ruth Hungerford | V2 |
Told how the wheelwright's daughter longed for him | Z2 |
And yet might make him glad though Grace was lost | V2 |
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The season deepened and in Jerry's heart | V2 |
Ripened a thought charged with grave consequence | Y3 |
His grief he would have stifled at its birth | Z3 |
Sad child of frustrate longing But anon | J3 |
Knowledge of Ruth's affection being revealed | V2 |
Which if he stayed to let it feed on him | Z2 |
Vine like might wreathe and wind about his life | V3 |
Lifting all shade and sweetness out of reach | H |
Of Robert so long his friend honor and hopes | C3 |
He would not name kindled a torch for war | D |
Of various impulse in him Reuben wedded | V2 |
Yet Jerry lingered Then swift whisperings | C3 |
Along reverberant walls of gossips' ears | C3 |
Hummed loud and louder a love for Ruth Grace too | C2 |
Involved him in a web of soft surmise | C3 |
With Ruth and Reuben questioned him thereof | D3 |
But a white sudden anger struck like a bolt | V2 |
O'er Jerry's face that blackened under it | V2 |
He strode away and left his brother dazed | V2 |
With red rush of offended self conceit | V2 |
Staining his forehead to the hair This flash | E2 |
Of anger first since boyhood's wholesome strifes | C3 |
On Jerry's path gleamed lurid by its light | V2 |
He shaped a life's course out | V2 |
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There came a storm | A4 |
One night He bade farewell to Ruth and when | J3 |
Above the seas the bare browed dawn arose | C3 |
While the last laggard drops ran off the eaves | C3 |
He dressed but took some customary garb | B4 |
On his arm stole swiftly to the sands and there | C4 |
Cast clown his garments by the ancient heap | H3 |
Of stones At first brief pause he made and thought | V2 |
And thus I play to win perchance a tear | C4 |
From her whom first to save the smallest care | C4 |
I thought I could have died But then at once | C3 |
Within the sweep of swirling water planes | C3 |
That from the great waves circled up and slid | V2 |
Instantly back passing far down the shore | D |
Southward he made his way Next day he shipped | V2 |
Upon a whaler outward bound She spread | V2 |
Her mighty wings and bore him far away | V2 |
So far Death seemed across her wake to stalk | W3 |
Withering her swift shape from the empty air | C4 |
Until her memory grew a faded dream | D4 |
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Ah what a desolate brightness that young day | V2 |
Flung o'er the impassive strand and dull green marsh | E4 |
And green arched orchard ere it struck the farm | F4 |
Storm strengthened clear and cool the morning rose | C3 |
To gaze down on that frighted home where dawned | V2 |
Pale Ruth's discovery of her loss who late | V2 |
Guessing some ill in Jerry's last night words | C3 |
Of vague farewell woke now to certainty | V2 |
Of strange disaster So when Reuben and Rob | G4 |
Hither and thither searching with locked lips | C3 |
And eyes grown suddenly cold in eager dread | V2 |
On those still sands beside the untamed sea | V2 |
Came to the garments Jerry had thrown there dumb | H4 |
They stood and knew he'd perished If by chance | C3 |
Borne out with undertow and rolled beneath | I4 |
The gaping surge or rushing on his death | J4 |
Free willed they would not guess but straight they set | V2 |
Themselves to watch the changes of the sea | V2 |
The watchful sea that would not be betrayed | V2 |
The surly flood that echoed their suspense | C3 |
With hollow sounding horror Thus three tides | C3 |
Hurled on the beach their empty spray and brought | V2 |
Nor doubt dispelling death nor new born hope | I3 |
But with the fourth slow turn at length there came | K4 |
A naked drifting body impelled to shore | D |
An unknown sailor by the late storm swept | V2 |
Out of the rigging of some laboring ship | L4 |
And him disfigured by the water's wear | C4 |
The watching friends supposed their dead and so | C3 |
Mourning took up this outcast of the deep | H3 |
And buried him with church rite and with pall | P2 |
Trailing and train of sad eyed mourners there | C4 |
In the old orchard lot by Reuben's door | D |
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Observed among the mourners walked slight Ruth | U2 |
Her grief had dropped a veil of finer light | V2 |
Around her hedging her with sanctity | V2 |
Peculiar all stood shy about her save | M4 |
Rob Snow he venturing from time to time | I2 |
Some small uncertain act of kindliness | C3 |
Long seemed she vowed from joy but when the birds | C3 |
Began to mate and quiet violets blow | C3 |
Along the brook side lo she smiled again | J3 |
Again the wind flower color in her cheeks | C3 |
Blanch'd in a breath and bloomed once more then stayed | V2 |
Till like the breeze that rumors ripening buds | C3 |
A delicate sense crept through the air that soon | J3 |
These two would scale the church crowned hill and wed | V2 |
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The seasons faced the world and fled and came | K4 |
In summer nights the soft roll of the sea | C3 |
Was shattered resonant beneath a moon | J3 |
That silent seemed to hearken And every hour | X2 |
In autumn night or day large apples fell | P2 |
Without rebound to earth upon the sod | V2 |
There mounded greenly by the large slate slab | N4 |
In the old orchard lot near Reuben's door | D |
But there were changes after some long years | C3 |
Reuben and Grace beheld a brave young boy | Y |
Bearing their double life abroad in one | J3 |
Beginning new the world and bringing hopes | C3 |
That in their path fell flower like Not at ease | C3 |
They dwelt though for a slow discordancy | C3 |
Of temper weak willed waste of life in bursts | C3 |
Of petulance had marred their happiness | C3 |
And so the boy young Reuben as he grew | C2 |
Was chafed and vexed by this ill fitting mode | V2 |
Of life forced on him and rebelled Too oft | V2 |
Brooding alone he shaped loose schemes of flight | V2 |
Into the joyous outer world to break | O4 |
From the unwholesome wranglings of his home | P4 |
Then once when at some slight demur he made | V2 |
Dispute ensued between the man and wife | V3 |
He burst forth goaded Some day I will leave | Q4 |
Leave you forever And his father stared | V2 |
Lifted and clenched his hand but let it unloose | C3 |
Nerveless The blow unstruck yet quivered through | C2 |
The boy's whole body | C3 |
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Waiting for the night | V2 |
Reuben made ready lifted latch went forth | L2 |
Then with his little bundle in his hand | V2 |
Took the bleak road that led him to the world | V2 |
When Jerry eighteen years had sailed had bared | V2 |
His hurt soul to the pitiless sun and drunk | R4 |
The rainy brew of storms on all seas tired | V2 |
Of wreck and fever and renewed mischance | C3 |
That would not end in death a longing stirred | V2 |
Within him to revisit that gray coast | V2 |
Where he was born He landed at the port | V2 |
Whence first he sailed and as in fervid youth | U2 |
Set forth upon the highway to walk home | P4 |
Some hoarding he had made wherewith to enrich | S4 |
His brother's brood for spendthrift purposes | C3 |
And as he walked he wondered how they looked | V2 |
How tall they were how many there might be | C3 |
At noon he set himself beside the way | V2 |
Under a clump of willows sprouting dense | C3 |
O'er the weed woven margin of a brook | K3 |
While in the fine green branches overhead | V2 |
Song sparrows lightly perched for whom he threw | C2 |
From his scant bread some crumbs remembering well | P2 |
Old days when he had played with birds like these | C3 |
The same perhaps or grandfathers of theirs | C3 |
Or earlier still progenitors whereat | V2 |
They chirped and chattered louder than before | D |
But as he sat a boy came down the road | V2 |
Stirring the noontide dust with laggard feet | V2 |
Young Reuben 't was who seaward made his way | V2 |
And Jerry hailed him carelessly his mood | V2 |
Moving to salutation and the boy | Y |
From under his torn hat brim looking answered | V2 |
Then seeing that he eyed his scrap of bread | V2 |
The sailor bade him come and share it So | C3 |
They fell to talk and Jerry with a rough | T4 |
Quick touching kindness the boy's heart so moved | V2 |
That unto him he all his wrong confessed | V2 |
Gravely the sailor looked at him and told | V2 |
His own tale of mad flight and wandering how | Q |
Wasted he had come back his life a husk | N2 |
Of withered seeds a raveled purse though once | C3 |
With golden years well stocked all squandered now | Q |
At ending he prevailed and Reub was won | J3 |
To turn and follow Jerry though he knew | C2 |
Not yet the father's name said he that way | V2 |
Was going too and he would intercede | V2 |
Between the truant and his father Back | U4 |
Together then they went But on the way | V2 |
As now they passed from pines to farming land | V2 |
The boy asked more 'T is queer you should have come | H4 |
From these same parts and run away like me | C3 |
You did not tell me how it happened | V2 |
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JERRY | C3 |
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Foolish | V4 |
All of it But I thought it weightier | C3 |
Than the world's history once I could not stay | V2 |
And see my brother married to the girl | P2 |
I loved and so I went | V2 |
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THE BOY | Y |
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I had an uncle | P2 |
That was in love But he he drowned himself | W4 |
Why do men do so | C3 |
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JERRY | C3 |
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Drowned himself And when | J3 |
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THE BOY | Y |
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I don't know Long ago it's like a dream | D4 |
To me I was not born then Deacon Snow | C3 |
Has told me something of it Mother cries | C3 |
Even now beside his grave Poor uncle | P2 |
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JERRY | C3 |
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His grave | M4 |
That could not be then Yet if it should be | C3 |
How can I think Grace cried | V2 |
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THE BOY | Y |
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How did you know | C3 |
My mother's name was Grace | C3 |
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JERRY | C3 |
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I am confused | V2 |
By what you say But is your mother's name | K4 |
Grace How Grace too | C2 |
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A strange uneasiness | C3 |
In Jerry's breast had waked They walked awhile | P2 |
In silence This he could not well believe | Q4 |
That Grace and Reuben unhappy were nor that | V2 |
One son alone was theirs Therefore aside | V2 |
He thrust that hidden sharp foreboding still | P2 |
He trusted still sustained a calm suspense | C3 |
And ranged among his memories Tell me son | J3 |
He said about this Deacon Snow Rob Snow | C3 |
It must be I suppose | C3 |
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THE BOY | Y |
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Oh do you know him | Z2 |
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JERRY | C3 |
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A deacon now Ay once I knew Rob Snow | C3 |
A jolly blade if ever any was | C3 |
And merry as the full moon | J3 |
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THE BOY | Y |
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He has failed | V2 |
A good deal now though since his wife died | V2 |
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JERRY | C3 |
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What | V2 |
Of course of course all's changed He married | V2 |
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THE BOY | Y |
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Why | Q2 |
How long you must have been away For since | C3 |
I can remember he has had a wife | V3 |
And children She was Gran'ther Hungerford's | C3 |
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JERRY | C3 |
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Her name was Ruth | U2 |
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THE BOY | Y |
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Yes Ruth 'T is after her | C3 |
The deacon's nicest daughter's named she's Ruth | U2 |
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Then sadly Jerry pondered and no more | C3 |
Found speech They tramped on sternly To the brow | C3 |
Of a long hill they came whence they could see | C3 |
The village and blue ocean then they sank | X4 |
Into a region of low lying fields | C3 |
Half naked from the scythe and others veined | V2 |
With vines that 'midst dismantled fallen corn | J3 |
Dragged all athwart a weight of tawny gourds | C3 |
Sun mellowed sound And now the level way | V2 |
Stretched forward eagerly for hard ahead | V2 |
It made the turn that rounded Reuben's house | C3 |
Between the still road and the tossing sea | C3 |
Lay the wide swamp with all its hundred pools | C3 |
Reflecting leaden light anon they passed | V2 |
A farm yard where the noisy chanticleer | C3 |
Strutted and ruled as one long since had done | J3 |
And then the wayside trough with jutting spout | V2 |
Of ancient mossy wood that still poured forth | L2 |
Its liquid largess to all comers Soon | J3 |
A slow cart met them filled with gathered kelp | Y4 |
The salt scent seemed a breath of younger days | C3 |
They reached the road bend and the evening shone | J3 |
Upon them calmly Jerry paused o'erwhelmed | V2 |
Reuben surprised glanced at him and then said | V2 |
Yonder's the house Old Jerry gazed on him | Z2 |
And trembled for before him slowly grew | C3 |
Through the boy's face the mingled features there | C3 |
Of father and of mother Grace's mouth | Z4 |
Ripe pouting lips and Reuben's square framed eyes | C3 |
But mastering well his voice he bade the boy | Y |
Wait by the wall till he a little while | P2 |
Went forward and prepared So Reuben stayed | V2 |
And Jerry with uncertain step advanced | V2 |
As dreaming of his youth and this his home | P4 |
Slowly he passed between the gateless posts | C3 |
Before the unused front door slowly too | C3 |
Beyond the side porch with its woodbine thick | |
Draping autumnal splendor Thus he came | K4 |
Before the kitchen window where he saw | C3 |
A gray haired woman bent o'er needle work | |
In gathering twilight And without a voice | C3 |
Rooted he stood He stirred not but his glance | C3 |
Burned through the pane uneasily she turned | V2 |
And seeing that shaggy stranger standing there | C3 |
Expectant shook her head as though to warn | J3 |
Some chance wayfaring beggar He though stood | V2 |
And looked at her immovably Then quick | |
The sash upthrowing she made as if to speak | |
Harshly but still he held his quiet eyes | C3 |
Upon her Now she paused her throat throbbed full | P2 |
Her lips paled suddenly her wan face flamed | V2 |
A fertile stir of memory strove to work | |
Renewal in those features wintry cold | V2 |
And so she hung while Jerry by a step | |
Drawn nearer coming just beneath her said | V2 |
Grace And she murmured Jerry Then she bent | V2 |
Over him clasping his great matted head | V2 |
With those worn arms all joyless and the tears | C3 |
Fell hot upon his forehead from her eyes | C3 |
For now in this dim gloaming their two souls | C3 |
Unfruited by an instant insight wild | V2 |
Delicious found the full mysterious clew | P2 |
Of individual being each in each | H |
But tremulously soon they drew themselves | C3 |
Away from that so sweet so sad embrace | C3 |
The first the last that could be theirs Then he | C3 |
Summing his story in a word a glance | C3 |
Added But though you see me broken down | J3 |
And poor enough not empty handed quite | V2 |
I come For God set in my way a gift | V2 |
The best I could have sought I bring it you | C3 |
In memory of the love I bore Not now | C3 |
Must that again be thought of Waste and black | U4 |
My life's fields lie behind me and a frost | V2 |
Has stilled the music of my hopes but here | C3 |
If I may dwell nor trouble you such a joy | Y |
Were mine I dare not ask it Oh forgive | |
The weakness Come and see my gift | V2 |
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Ah tears | C3 |
Flowed fast that night from springs of love unsealed | V2 |
Once more within the ancient house rare tears | C3 |
Of reconciliation grief and joy | Y |
A miracle it seemed had here been wrought | V2 |
The dead brought back to life And with him came | K4 |
The prodigal repenting | M3 |
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So thenceforth | L2 |
A spirit of peace within the household dwelt | V2 |
In Jerry a swift sent age these years had brought | V2 |
To soften him wrought with all the woe at home | P4 |
Such open gracious dignity that all | P2 |
For cheer and guidance learned to look to him | Z2 |
But chiefly th' younger Reuben sought his aid | V2 |
And he with homely wisdom shaped the lad | V2 |
To a life's loving duty Yet not long | |
Alas the kind sea farer with them stayed | V2 |
After some years his storm racked body drooped | V2 |
The season came when crickets cease to sing | M3 |
And flame curled leaves fly fast and Jerry sank | X4 |
Softly toward death Then on a boisterous morn | J3 |
That beat the wrecked woods with incessant gusts | C3 |
To wrest some last leaf from them he arose | C3 |
And passed away But those who loved him watched | V2 |
His fading half in doubt and half afraid | V2 |
As if he must return again for now | C3 |
Entering the past he seemed and not a life | V3 |
Beyond and some who thought of that old grave | M4 |
In the orchard dreamed a breath's space that the man | J3 |
Long buried had come back and could not die | V2 |
But so he died and ceasing made request | V2 |
Beside that outcast of the deep to lie | V2 |
None other mark desired he but the stone | J3 |
Set there long since though at a stranger's grave | M4 |
In heavy memory of him thought dead | V2 |
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They marked the earth with one more mound beside | V2 |
The other near a gap in the low wall | P2 |
That looked out seaward There you ever hear | C3 |
The deep remorseful requiem of the sea | C3 |
And there in autumn windfalls showering thick | |
Upon the grave score the slow voiceless hours | C3 |
With unrebounding stroke All round about | V2 |
Green milkweed rankly thrives and golden rod | V2 |
Sprouts from his prostrate heart in fine poised grace | C3 |
Of haughty curve with every crest in flower | C3 |
George Parsons Lathrop
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