Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.
Flower-de-LuceThe Bridge of Cloud
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Pleasant visions, as of old!
Though the house by winds be shaken,
Safe I keep this room of gold!
Builds her castles in the air,
Luring me by necromancy
Up the never-ending stair!
Over many a dark ravine,
Where beneath the gusty ridges
Cataracts dash and roar unseen.
Blast of wind or torrent’s roar,
As I follow the receding
Footsteps that have gone before.
Naught avails the cry of pain!
When I touch the flying vesture,
’T is the gray robe of the rain.
O’er the parapets of cloud,
Watch the mist that intervening
Wraps the valley in its shroud.
Faintly, vaguely, meet the ear,
Murmur of bells and voices blending
With the rush of waters near.
Every tower and town and farm,
And again the land forbidden
Reassumes its vanished charm.
And the nests in hedge and tree;
At what doors are friendly faces,
In what hearts are thoughts of me.
Blown by wind and beaten by shower,
Down I fling the thought I’m thinking,
Down I toss this Alpine flower.