10.08.2014, 13:35
ICHABOD
THE glory is departed — imminent night
Wraps her dusk vans about the mountains gray,
Where late the smouldering embers of the day
Glowed with a solemn and foreboding light :
Thus summer's pageant dies upon the sight;
Thus autumn's tragic flush dissolves away;
Thus the dear dreams we fain would keep for aye
Are startled into unreturning flight.
O maimed and stricken life! — the lyric bloom
And dewy freshness — shall these never be
Thy portion more? Drowned in the midnight gloom,
Shalt ne'er again some radiant vision see?
Courage! behind the sullen peaks of doom,
Somewhere God's kindling splendor dawns for thee.
THE glory is departed — imminent night
Wraps her dusk vans about the mountains gray,
Where late the smouldering embers of the day
Glowed with a solemn and foreboding light :
Thus summer's pageant dies upon the sight;
Thus autumn's tragic flush dissolves away;
Thus the dear dreams we fain would keep for aye
Are startled into unreturning flight.
O maimed and stricken life! — the lyric bloom
And dewy freshness — shall these never be
Thy portion more? Drowned in the midnight gloom,
Shalt ne'er again some radiant vision see?
Courage! behind the sullen peaks of doom,
Somewhere God's kindling splendor dawns for thee.