- They come when the sunset
- Is bright on the mountain;
- They come when the moonlight
- Is clear on the fountain;
- At noon and at even,
- By minutes and hours,
- They come from the forest,
- From birds and from flowers.
- They come when some token
- Of days past will rise,
- As a link to the present,
- And then they bring sighs;
- They come when some vision
- Of hope and of fears
- Rushes on to the future,
- And then they bring tears.
- They come when the sea mist
- O'er ocean is rife,
- And they tell of the shadow
- That hangs over life,
- They come when the tempest,
- In thunder and gloom
- Howls around, and they speak
- Of the earth and the tomb.
- They come when the ripple
- Is low on the lake,
- And the plover is nestling
- By fountain and brake,
- And the twilight looks out,
- With germs on his breast
- And they whisper that all,
- Save themselves are at rest.
- They come when the light wind
- Is fanning the leaves;
- They come when the flower cup
- The dew drop receives
- By night's death like silence,
- By day's noontide hum,
- At all times, Oh! deeply
- And darkly they come.
History and Legacy of Wild Birds Including Historic Ornithology and Other Topics of Interest
06 November 2013
Thoughts - An 1856 Poem
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