A BOOK OF SONNETS - Parker Cleaveland

________________________________________________

Parker Cleaveland

 

WRITTEN ON REVISITING BRUNSWICK IN THE SUMMER OF 1875

Among the many lives that I have known,
None I remember more serene and sweet,
More rounded in itself and more complete,
Than his, who lies beneath this funeral stone.
These pines, that murmur in low monotone,
These walks frequented by scholastic feet,
Were all his world; but in this calm retreat
For him the Teacher's chair became a throne.
With fond affection memory loves to dwell
On the old days, when his example made
A pastime of the toil of tongue and pen;
And now, amid the groves he loved so well
That naught could lure him from their grateful shade,
He sleeps, but wakes elsewhere, for God hath said, Amen!

 

 

 

Content of A BOOK OF SONNETS: Parker Cleaveland [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem collection: Birds of Passage]

Read next: A BOOK OF SONNETS: The Harvest Moon

Read previous: A BOOK OF SONNETS: The Poets

Table of content of Birds of Passage


GO TO TOP OF SCREEN

Post your review
Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book