Maidenhood

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882)

MAIDEN! with the meek brown eyes,

In whose orbs a shadow lies

Like the dusk in evening skies!

Thou whose locks outshine the sun,-

Golden tresses wreathed in one,

As the braided streamlets run!

Standing, with reluctant feet,

Where the brook and river meet,

Womanhood and childhood fleet!

Gazing, with a timid glance,

On the brooklet’s swift advance,

On the river’s broad expanse!

Deep and still, that gliding stream

Beautiful to thee must seem

As the river of a dream.

Then why pause with indecision,

When bright angels in thy vision

Beckon thee to fields Elysian?

Seest thou shadows sailing by,

As the dove, with startled eye,

Sees the falcon’s shadow fly?

Hear’st thou voices on the shore,

That our ears perceive no more,

Deafened by the cataract’s roar?

O thou child of many prayers!

Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!

Care and age come unawares!

Like the swell of some sweet tune,

Morning rises into noon,

May glides onward into June.

Childhood is the bough where slumbered

Birds and blossoms many-numbered;—

Age, that bough with snows encumbered.

Gather, then, each flower that grows,

When the young heart overflows,

To embalm that tent of snows.

Bear a lily in thy hand;

Gates of brass cannot withstand

One touch of that magic wand.

Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth,

In thy heart the dew of youth,

On thy lips the smile of truth.

O, that dew, like balm, shall steal

Into wounds that cannot heal,

Even as sleep our eyes doth seal;

And that smile, like sunshine, dart

Into many a sunless heart,

For a smile of God thou art.

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