| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
| |
| 1465. Art Thou the Same |
| | | By Frances Dorr (Swift) Tatnall |
| |
| |
| ART thou the same, thou sobbing winter wind? | |
| The same that rocked the cradle of the May, | |
| That whispered through the leaves in summer noon, | |
| And swelled the anthem of the full-crowned year? | |
| Art thou the same, thou piteous, moaning thing, | 5 |
| Beating against the pane with ghostly hands, | |
| Wailing in agony across the waste,— | |
| Art thou the same—the same? | |
| |
| Art thou the same, thou poor heart bruised and faint, | |
| Treading thy way alone through twilight gloom? | 10 |
| Art thou the same that sang to greet the dawn, | |
| Carolling in the sunlight like a bird, | |
| Too glad for speech, too glad for aught but song? | |
| Art thou the same that prayest but for night, | |
| For night to come and ease thee of thy pain,— | 15 |
| Art thou the same—the same? | |
| |
| Thou winter wind that wailest through the night, | |
| Thou broken heart too crushed to moan or cry, | |
| There will be rest even for ye, poor things, | |
| And more than rest,—a joy new-washed in tears; | 20 |
| For through the portals of the fading year | |
| Lie sunny hills and fields fresh-clad in green, | |
| And after night who knows what day may bring?— | |
| And ye unchanged, the same—the same? | |
| |
|
|
|
