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Quotes from Poems — Sarah Helen Whitman

1803–1878 United States

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The sweet imperious mouth, whose haughty valor
Defied all portents of impending doom.

Poems (1879)

Enchantress of the stormy seas,
Priestess of Night's high mysteries!

Poems (1879)

When summer gathers up her robes of glory,
And, like a dream of beauty, glides away.

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The shy little may-flower weaves her nest;
But the south wind blows o'er the fragrant loam,
And betrays the path to her woodland home.

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Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow,
Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground,
With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow,
The gentian nods, in dewy slumbers bound.

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And still the aster greets us, as we pass,
With her faint smile,—among the withered grass.

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Star of resplendent front! Thy glorious eye
Shines on me still from out yon clouded sky.

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The summer skies are darkly blue,
The days are still and bright,
And Evening trails her robes of gold
Through the dim halls of Night.

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Warm lights are on the sleepy uplands waning
Beneath dark clouds along the horizon rolled,
Till the slant sunbeams, through the fringes raining,
Bathe all the hills in melancholy gold.

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Tell him I lingered alone on the shore,
Where we parted, in sorrow, to meet nevermore;
The night-wind blew cold on my desolate heart
But colder those wild words of doom,—“Ye must part.”

Poems (1879)

Raven from the dim dominions
On the Night's Plutonian shore,
Oft I hear thy dusky pinions
Wave and flutter round my door—
See the shadow of thy pinions
Float along the moonlit floor.

Poems (1879)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Sarah Helen Whitman (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.