Frederick Goddard Tuckerman (Фредерик Годдард Такерман)

First Series. 8. As when down some broad river dropping, we

As when down some broad river dropping, we
Day after day behold the assuming shores
Sink and grow dim, as the great watercourse
Pushes his banks apart and seeks the sea:
Benches of pines, high shelf and balcony,
To flats of willow and low sycamores
Subsiding, till where'er the wave we see,
Himself is his horizon utterly.
So fades the portion of our early world,
Still on the ambit hangs the purple air;
Yet while we lean to read the secret there,
The stream that by green shoresides plashed and purled
Expands: the mountains melt to vapors rare,
And life alone circles out flat and bare.

1. First Series. 27. So to the mind long brooding but on it
2. First Series. 26. For Nature daily through her grand design
3. First Series. 13. As one who walks and weeps by alien brine
4. Second Series. 1. That boy, the farmer said, with hazel wand
5. Second Series. 16. Under the mountain, as when first I knew

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