John Greenleaf Whittier

So fallen
so lost
the light withdrawn     Which once he wore
The glory from his gray hairs gone     Forevermore

The autumn-time has come;
On woods that dream of bloom,
And over purpling vines,
The low sun fainter shines

On the wide lawn the snow lay deep,
Ridged o’er with many a drifted heap;
The wind that through the pine-trees
The naked elm-boughs tossed and swung;

He comes, - he comes, - the Frost Spirit comes
You may trace his footsteps now On the naked woods and the blasted fields And the brown hill's withered brow
He has smitten the leaves of the gray old trees Where their pleasant green came f...

Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan
With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn bri...

Here is the place; right over the hill Runs the path I took;
You can see the gap in the old wall still, And the stepping-stones in the shallow brook
There is the house, with the gate red-barred, And the poplars tall;
And the barn's ...

Immortal love, forever full,
Forever flowing free,
Forever shared, forever whole,
A never ebbing sea

The flags of war like storm birds fly,        The charging trumpets blow;
Yet rolls no thunder in the sky,        No earthquake strives below
And, calm and patient,
Nature keeps        Her ancient promises well,

The birds against the April wind Flew northward, singing as they flew;
They sang, "The land we leave behind Has swords for corn-blades, blood for dew
" "O wild-birds, flying from the South, What saw and heard ye, gazing do...

The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at noon
A sadder light than waning moon.

She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door,
Which the long evening shadow is stretching before;
With a music as sweet as the music which
Breathed softly and faintly in the ear of our dreams

An incident of the Sepoy
Pipes of the misty moorlands,
Voice of the glens and hills;
The droning of the torrents,