Themes and Variations/A Hope
A HOPE.
The day was passing in a stillness deep,
When not the lightest air would lift its wing,
And Winter seemed to turn in his white, dream-haunted sleep,
Half wakened by the coming steps of Spring.
When not the lightest air would lift its wing,
And Winter seemed to turn in his white, dream-haunted sleep,
Half wakened by the coming steps of Spring.
A pallid sky, unwarmed by sunset’s glow,
Fold after fold of rippling cloud outspread,
And sent from the reddening west, the lazy caw of the crow
Seemed sinking into the stillness overhead.
Fold after fold of rippling cloud outspread,
And sent from the reddening west, the lazy caw of the crow
Seemed sinking into the stillness overhead.
And an inarticulate whisper far away
Rolled from the woods, and met the whispering main,—
So strange it seems to me to live to-day,
I cannot think it strange to live again.
Rolled from the woods, and met the whispering main,—
So strange it seems to me to live to-day,
I cannot think it strange to live again.