Full Online Books
Authors Authors Short Stories Short Stories Long Stories Long Stories Funny Stories Funny Stories Love Stories Love Stories Stories For Kids Stories For Kids Poems Poems Essays Essays Nonfictions Nonfictions Plays Plays Folktales Folktales Fairy Tales Fairy Tales Fables Fables Learning Kitchen Learning Kitchen
Valid XHTML 1.0 Transitional Free Classified Website Without Registration Free Classified Website Daniel Company
Twitter Twitter Add book
Full Online Book HomePoemsIn The Mist
Famous Authors (View All Authors)
In The Mist Post by :qui-gon Category :Poems Author :Susan Coolidge Date :July 2011 Read :2938

Click below to download : In The Mist (Format : PDF)

In The Mist

Sitting all day in a silver mist,
In silver silence all the day,
Save for the low, soft kiss of spray,
And the lisp of sands by waters kissed,
As the tide draws up the bay.

Little I hear and nothing I see,
Wrapped in that veil by fairies spun;
The solid earth is vanished for me,
And the shining hours speed noiselessly,
A web of shadow and sun.

Suddenly out of the shifting veil
A magical bark, by the sunbeams lit,
Flits like a dream,--or seems to flit,--
With a golden prow and a gossamer sail,
And the waves make room for it.

A fair, swift bark from some radiant realm,
Its diamond cordage cuts the sky
In glittering lines; all silently
A seeming spirit holds the helm
And steers: will he pass me by?

Ah, not for me is the vessel here!
Noiseless and fast as a sea-bird's, flight,
She swerves and vanishes from my sight;
No flap of sail, no parting cheer,--
She has passed into the light.

Sitting some day in a deeper mist,
Silent, alone, some other day,
An unknown bark from an unknown bay,
By unknown waters lapped and kissed,
Shall near me through the spray.

No flap of sail, no scraping of keel:
Shadow, dim, with a banner dark,
It will hover, will pause, and I shall feel
A hand which beckons, and, shivering, steal
To the cold strand and embark.

Embark for that far mysterious realm,
Whence the fathomless, trackless waters flow.
Shall I see a Presence dim, and know
A Gracious Hand upon the helm,
Nor be afraid to go?

And through black wave and stormy blast,
And out of the fog-wreath dense and dun,
Guided and held, shall the vessel run,
Gain the fair haven, night being past,
And anchor in the sun?

(The end)
Susan Coolidge's poem: In The Mist

If you like this book please share to your friends :

Within Within

Could my heart hold another one? I cannot tell. Sometimes it seems an ample dome, Sometimes a cell, Sometimes a temple filled with saints, Serene and fair, Whose eyes are pure from mortal taints All lilies are. Sometimes a narrow shrine, in which One precious fare Smiles ever from its guarded niche, With deathless grace. Sometimes a nest weary things,

Sonnets To Sundry Notes Of Music - VI - As it fell upon a day Sonnets To Sundry Notes Of Music - VI - As it fell upon a day

Sonnets To Sundry Notes Of Music - VI - As it fell upon a day
VI - As it fell upon a dayAs it fell upon a dayIn the merry month of May,Sitting in a pleasant shadeWhich a grove of myrtles made,Beasts did leap, and birds did sing,Trees did grow, and plants did spring;Everything did banish moan,Save the nightingale alone:She, poor bird, as all forlorn,Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn,And there sung the dolefull'st ditty,That to hear it was great pity:Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry;Teru, teru, by and by:That to hear her so complain,Scarce I could from tears refrain;For her griefs, so lively shown,Made me think upon mine own.Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in