Poem by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman

First Series. 10. An upper chamber in a darkened house

An upper chamber in a darkened house,
Where, ere his footsteps reached ripe manhood's brink,
Terror and anguish were his lot to drink;
I cannot rid the thought nor hold it close
But dimly dream upon that man alone:
Now though the autumn clouds most softly pass,
The cricket chides beneath the doorstep stone
And greener than the season grows the grass.
Nor can I drop my lids nor shade my brows,
But there he stands beside the lifted sash;
And with a swooping of the heart, I think
Where the black shingles slope to meet the boughs
And, shattered on the roof like smallest snows,
The tiny petals of the mountain ash.

1. First Series. 27. So to the mind long brooding but on it
2. Second Series. 7. His heart was in his garden; but his brain
3. Third Series. 10. Sometimes I walk where the deep water dips
4. First Series. 1. Sometimes, when winding slow by brook and bower
5. First Series. 7. Dank fens of cedar, hemlock branches gray

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