John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.
Poems Subjective and ReminiscentTo my Sister
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Turn coldly from my playful page,
And count it strange that ripened age
Should stoop to boyhood’s folly;
I know that thou wilt judge aright
Of all which makes the heart more light,
Or lends one star-gleam to the night
Of clouded Melancholy.
Swing wide the moonlit gate of dreams!
Leave free once more the land which teems
With wonders and romances!
Where thou, with clear discerning eyes,
Shalt rightly read the truth which lies
Beneath the quaintly masking guise
Of wild and wizard fancies.
On still green wood-paths, twilight wet,
By lonely brooks, whose waters fret
The roots of spectral beeches;
Again the hearth-fire glimmers o’er
Home’s whitewashed wall and painted floor,
And young eyes widening to the lore
Of faery-folks and witches.
Which lights that holy hearth again,
And calling back from care and pain,
And death’s funereal sadness,
Draws round its old familiar blaze
The clustering groups of happier days,
And lends to sober manhood’s gaze
A glimpse of childish gladness.
A weary work of tongue and pen,
A long, harsh strife with strong-willed men,
Thou wilt not chide my turning
To con, at times, an idle rhyme,
To pluck a flower from childhood’s clime,
Or listen, at Life’s noonday chime,
For the sweet bells of Morning!