Frederick Goddard Tuckerman (Фредерик Годдард Такерман)
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.
Frederick Goddard Tuckerman’s other poems:
- First Series. 5. And so the day drops by, the horizon draws
- Third Series. 4. Thin little leaves of wood fern, ribbed and toothed
- First Series. 13. As one who walks and weeps by alien brine
- First Series. 8. As when down some broad river dropping, we
- Second Series. 15. Gertrude and Gulielma, sister-twins
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