Poems (Thaxter)/Remembrance
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REMEMBRANCE.
Fragrant and soft the summer wind doth blow.
Weary I lie, with heavy, half-shut eyes,
And watch, while wistful thoughts within me rise,
The curtain idly swaying to and fro.
Weary I lie, with heavy, half-shut eyes,
And watch, while wistful thoughts within me rise,
The curtain idly swaying to and fro.
There comes a sound of household toil from far,
A woven murmur; voices shrill and sweet,
Clapping of doors, and restless moving feet,
And tokens faint of fret, and noise, and jar.
A woven murmur; voices shrill and sweet,
Clapping of doors, and restless moving feet,
And tokens faint of fret, and noise, and jar.
Without, the broad Earth shimmers in the glare,
Through the clear noon high rides the blazing sun,
The birds are hushed; the cricket's chirp alone
With tremulous music cleaves the drowsy air.
Through the clear noon high rides the blazing sun,
The birds are hushed; the cricket's chirp alone
With tremulous music cleaves the drowsy air.
I think,—"Past the gray rocks the wavelets run;
The gold-brown sea-weed drapes the ragged ledge
And brooding, silent, at the water's edge
The white gull sitteth, shining in the sun."
The gold-brown sea-weed drapes the ragged ledge
And brooding, silent, at the water's edge
The white gull sitteth, shining in the sun."