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Sonnet To ----.

By William Cullen Bryant

Topics: classic

Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine     Too brightly to shine long; another Spring     Shall deck her for men's eyes, but not for thine,     Sealed in a sleep which knows no wakening.     The fields for thee have no medicinal leaf,     And the vexed ore no mineral of power;     And they who love thee wait in anxious grief     Till the slow plague shall bring the fatal hour.     Glide softly to thy rest then; Death should come     Gently, to one of gentle mould like thee,     As light winds wandering through groves of bloom     Detach the delicate blossom from the tree.     Close thy sweet eyes, calmly, and without pain;     And we will trust in God to see thee yet again.

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About William Cullen Bryant

William Cullen Bryant (1794–1878) was an American poet and journalist. His poem "Thanatopsis" (1817) was the first major American poem. He edited the New York Evening Post for 50 years and was a champion of American poetry.

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