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letra de the whispering waves - charles wood

now the last day of many days
all beautiful and bright as thou
the loveliest and the last, is dead:
rise, memory, and write its praise!
up — to thy wonted work! come, trace
the epitaph of glory fled
for now the earth has changed its face
a frown is on the heaven’s brow

we wander’d to the pine forest
that skirts the ocean’s foam
the lightest wind was in its nest
the tempest in its home;
the whispering waves were half asleep
the clouds were gone to play
and on the bosom of the deep
the smile of heaven lay:
it seem’d as if the hour were one
sent from beyond the skies
which scatter’d from above the sun
a light of paradise!
we paused amid the pines that stood
the giants of the waste
tortured by storms to shapes as rude
as serpents interlaced, —
and soothed by every azure breath
that under heaven is blown
to harmonies and hues beneath
as tender as its own
now all the tree-tops lay asleep
like green waves on the sea
as still as in the silent deep
the ocean-woods may be

how calm it was! — the silence there
by such a chain was bound
that even the busy woodp-ck-r
made stiller by her sound
the inviolable quietness;
the breath of peace we drew
with its soft motion made not less
the calm that round us grew
there seem’d, from the remotest seat
of the wide mountain waste
to the soft flower beneath our feet
a magic circle traced, —
a spirit interfused around
a thrilling silent life;
to momentary peace it bound
our mortal nature’s strife; —
and still i felt the centre of
the magic circle there
was one fair form that fill’d with love
the lifeless atmosphere
we paused beside the pools that lie
under the forest bough;
each seem’d as ’twere a little sky
gulf’d in a world below —
a firmament of purple light
which in the dark earth lay
more boundless than the depth of night
and purer than the day —
in which the lovely forests grew
as in the upper air
more perfect both in shape and hue
than any spreading there
there lay the glade and neighbouring lawn
and through the dark-green wood
the white sun twinkling like the dawn
out of a speckled cloud
sweet views which in our world above
can never well be seen
were imaged in the water’s love
of that fair forest green;
and all was interfused beneath
with an elysian glow
an atmosphere without a breath
a softer day below
like one beloved, the scene had lent
to the dark water’s breast
its every leaf and lineament
with more than truth exprest;
until an envious wind crept by
like an unwelcome thought
which from the mind’s too faithful eye
blots one dear image out
— though thou art ever fair and kind
the forests ever green
less oft is peace in sh-lley’s mind
than calm in waters seen!

- charles wood

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