Thomas Buchanan Read (Томас Бьюкенен Рид)

Some Things Love Me

ALL within and all without me
  Feel a melancholy thrill;
And the darkness hangs about me,
  Oh, how still;
To my feet, the river glideth
  Through the shadow, sullen, dark;
On the stream the white moon rideth,
  Like a barque—
And the linden leans above me,
  Till I think some things there be
In the dreary world that love me,
  Even me!

Gentle buds are blooming near me,
  Shedding sweetest breath around;
Countless voices rise, to cheer me,
  From the ground;
And the lone bird comes—I hear it
  In the tall and windy pine
Pour the sadness of its spirit
  Into mine;
There it swings and sings above me,
  Till I think some things there be
In this dreary world that love me,
  Even me!

Now the moon hath floated to me,
  On the stream I see it sway,
Swinging, boat-like, as 't would woo me
  Far away—
And the stars bend from the azure,
  I could reach them where I lie,
And they whisper all the pleasure
  Of the sky.
There they hang and smile above me,
  Till I think some things there be
In the very heavens that love me,
  Even me!

1. The Angler
2. The Closing Scene
3. My Hermitage
4. Sheridan's Ride
5. The Brave at Home

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