Poems of Philip Henry Savage / Philip Henry Savage [electronic text]
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Title
Poems of Philip Henry Savage / Philip Henry Savage [electronic text]
Author
Savage, Philip Henry, 1868-1899
Publication
Boston: Small, Maynard, and Company
1900
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WESTWARD I walked; the sun was low; the plain,Seeming to rise before me, with the earthRevolving, rolling backward to the east,Shut out the dropping sun. I hastened on,But still the day grew darker as the westDrew in its last, white, fading fan of light,And all the world was cold; and when the landCeased to reflect the sky, and heavy lay,And dully, by itself, I came where spreadA darkling mirror, whitened half, and blue,Still cherishing a faint thought of the sky.The hour was calm, forgetful of the day,Where toward the noon the pattering rain did beatThe fragrant earth; a soft green mist aroseAnd lay across the opening fields; and then,Sweeping the huddled air around the worldThe silver storm scowled black; o'er all the skyIt tore itself in fury and ran lowAcross the shuddering earth; it seized the trees,It seized the mountains in its gloomy handsAnd shook them; while the terror stricken streamsLeaped madly on to aid the warring sea.Then in the thronging blackness of the storm
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I had rejoiced, as now I smiled to seeThe fair, white, gentle surface of the lakeAnd feel the air fall softly; at my feetThe waters rose like coming thoughts that fallForgotten, and my mind rose till it ranAs smoothly as the yet unbroken wave.
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