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Midnight at Sea
A wind came up out of the sea,
It hailed the ships, and cried, “Sail on,
It said unto the forest, “ Shout!
It touched the wood-bird's folded wing,
It whispered to the fields of corn,
It shouted thro' the belfry-tower,
It crossed the churchyard with a sigh,
H. W. Longfellow.
INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting :
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar :
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
From God who is our home :
Hence in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,
Which brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
THE DIAL OF FLOWERS.
'Twas a lovely thought to mark the hours,
As they floated in light away,
That laugh to the summer's day.
And its graceful cup and bell,
Like a pearl in an ocean-shell.
To such sweet signs might the time have flow'd
In a golden current on,
The glorious guests were gone.
Those days of song and dreams-
By the blue Arcadian streams.
Yet is not life, in its real flight,
Marked thus, even thus, on earth,
And another's gentle birth ?
Shutting in turn may leave
A charm for the shaded eve.