Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
America: Vols. XXV–XXIX. 1876–79. | | | | New England: Plymouth, N. H. | | Death of Hawthorne | | Annie Adams Fields (1834–1915) |
| | | HE rose upon an early dawn of May, | |
| And looked upon the stream and meadow flowers, | |
| Then on the face of his beloved, and went; | |
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| And, passing, gazed upon the wayside haunt, | |
| The homely budding gardens by the road, | 5 |
| And harvest promise,—still he said, I go. | |
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| Once more he mingled in the midday crowd, | |
| And smiled a gentle smile, a sweet farewell, | |
| Then moved towards the hills and laid him down. | |
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| Lying, he looked beyond the pathless heights, | 10 |
| Beyond the wooded steep and clouded peaks, | |
| And, looking, questioned, then he loved and slept. | |
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| And while he slept his spirit walked abroad, | |
| And wandered past the mountain, past the cloud, | |
| Nor came again to rouse the form at peace. | 15 |
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| Though like some bird we strive to follow him, | |
| Fruitless we beat at the horizon’s verge, | |
| And fruitless seek the fathomless blue beyond. | |
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| We work and wait, and water with salt tears, | |
| Learning to live that living we may sleep, | 20 |
| And sleeping cross the mountains to God’s rest. | | | | |
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