Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
Poems of FriendshipBenedicite
John Greenleaf Whittier (18071892)G
Soe’er this soft autumnal air
Lifts the dark tresses of thy hair!
Its kiss to thee, in crowded rooms,
Or, out among the woodland blooms,
Imparting, in its glad embrace,
Beauty to beauty, grace to grace!
The old wood-paths that knew our tread,
The maple shadows overhead,—
By gleams along its deep ravine,—
All keep thy memory fresh and green.
Thy thought goes with me on my way,
And hence the prayer I breathe to-day:
The weary waste which lies between
Thyself and me, my heart I lean.
The half-unconscious power to draw
All hearts to thine by Love’s sweet law.
Thy lot, and many a charm thou hast
To hold the blessèd angels fast.
The gracious heavens will heed from me,
What should, dear heart, its burden be?
What can I more than meekly plead
The greatness of our common need?
The Paraclete white-shining through
His peace,—the fall of Hermon’s dew!
As thou mayst hear and I may say,
I greet thee, dearest, far away!