George Willis Cooke, comp. The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology. 1903.
To R. W. E.Ellen Sturgis Hooper (18121848)
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Shot without reflex from primeval sun,
We twine the laurel for the victories
Which thou on thought’s broad, bloodless field hast won.
The land our feet have trod this many a year.
Thou art the deep and crystal winter sky,
Where noiseless, one by one, bright stars appear.
That drop from out the purple grape to press
Which is his gift to man, and so thy blood
Doth miss the heat which ofttimes breeds excess.
When the day’s heat and blinding dust are o’er,
And cool our souls in thy refreshing air,
And find the peace which we had lost before.