Poem by Richard Henry Stoddard

Uncertain Sounds

THE wind in the leaves,
The rain on the eaves,
Or the low, continuous roar
Of the rolling waves on the distant shore:
Who shall declare
What sounds they be?
Whether lost in the air,
Or found on the sea,
And whether they laugh, or sigh?
Not I.
I only know
That they come, and go,
And people the hollow sky.

1. Lincoln's Birthday
2. The Sea
3. The Witch’s Whelp
4. The Flight of the Arrow
5. Twilight on Sumter

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