T(r)oy's Marbles
die down, o dismal day!
Die down, O dismal day, and let me live;
And come, blue deeps, magnificently strewn
With colored clouds,-- large, light, and fugitive,--
By upper winds through pompous motions blown.
Now it is death in life,-- a vapor dense
Creeps round my window, till I cannot see
The far snow-shining mountains, and the glens
Shagging the mountain tops. O God! make free
This barren shackled earth, so deadly cold,--
Breathe gently forth thy spring, till winter flies
In rude amazement, fearful and yet bold,
While she performs her customed charities;
I weigh the loaded hours till life is bare,--
O God, for one clear day, a snowdrop, and sweet air!
by David Gray (1838-1861)
poetry | Comments (0) | August 02, 2005