Poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

A Mood

A blight, a gloom, I know not what, has crept upon my gladness—
Some vague, remote ancestral touch of sorrow, or of madness;
A fear that is not fear, a pain that has not pain's insistence;
A sense of longing, or of loss, in some foregone exsistence;
A subtle hurt that never pen has writ nor tongue has spoken—
Such hurt perchance as Nature feels wen a blossomed bough is broken.

1. Corydon
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3. Enamored Architect of Airy Rhyme
4. Latakia
5. Song from the Persian

Madison Cawein A Mood ("Bowed hearts that hold the saddest memories")

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