Sarah Helen Whitman Quotes
Sarah Helen Whitman weaves lofty, enchanted verses about stars, storms and secret mysteries.
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Star of resplendent front! Thy glorious eye Shines on me still from out yon clouded sky.
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Tell him I lingered alone on the shore, Where we parted, in sorrow, to meet nevermore; The night-wind blew cold on my desolate heart But colder those wild words of doom,-'Ye must part.'
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The sweet imperious mouth, whose haughty valor Defied all portents of impending doom.
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Warm lights are on the sleepy uplands waning Beneath dark clouds along the horizon rolled, Till the slant sunbeams through the fringes raining Bathe all the hills in melancholy gold.
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Enchantress of the stormy seas, Priestess of Night's high mysteries.
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The summer skies are darkly blue, The days are still and bright, And Evening trails her robes of gold Through the dim halls of Night.
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Raven from the dim dominions On the Night's Plutonian shore, Oft I hear thy dusky pinions Wave and flutter round my door- See the shadow of thy pinions Float along the moonlit floor.
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When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.
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The aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile.
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The shy little Mayflower weaves her nest, But the south wind sighs o'er the fragrant loam, And betrays the path to her woodland home.
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Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground, With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound.