Becalmed upon the sea of Thought,
Still unattained the land it sought,
My mind, with loosely-hanging sails,
Lies waiting the auspicious gales.
On either side, behind, before,
The ocean stretches like a floor,--
A level floor of amethyst,
Crowned by a golden dome of mist.
Blow, breath of inspiration, blow!
Shake and uplift this golden glow!
And fill the canvas of the mind
With wafts of thy celestial wind.
Blow, breath of song! until I feel
The straining sail, the lifting keel,
The life of the awakening sea,
Its motion and its mystery!
In the Harbor 1882
- Becalmed
- The Poet's Calendar
- Autumn Within
- The Four Lakes of Madison
- Victor and Vanquished
- Moonlight
- The Children's Crusade - A fragment
- Sundown
- Chimes
- Four by the Clock
- Auf Wiedersehen
- Elegiac Verse
- The City and the Sea
- Memories
- Hermes Trismegistus
- To the Avon
- President Garfield
- My Books
- Mad River
- Possibilities
- Decoration Day
- A Fragment
- Loss and Gain
- Inscription on the Shanklin Fountain
- The Bells of San Blas
- Fragments