Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | December 22, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: The Vernal Age

by Philip Freneau (1752 – 1832).

The Vernal Age

Where the pheasant roosts at night,
Lonely, drowsy, out of sight,
Where the evening breezes sigh
Solitary, there stray I.

Close along the shaded stream,
Source of many a youthful dream,
Where branchy cedars dim the day
There I muse, and there I stray.

Yet, what can please amid this bower,
That charmed the eye for many an hour!
The budding leaf is lost to me,
And dead the bloom on every tree.

The winding stream, that glides along,
The lark, that tunes her early song,
The mountain’s brow, the sloping vale,
The murmuring of the western gale,

Have lost their charms!–the blooms are gone!
Trees put a darker aspect on,
The stream disgusts that wanders by,
And every zephyr brings a sigh.

Great guardian of our feeble kind!–
Restoring Nature, lend thine aid!
And o’er the features of the mind
Renew those colors, that must fade,
 When vernal suns forbear to roll,
 And endless winter chills the soul.

Notes:
http://etcweb.princeton.edu/CampusWWW/Companion/freneau_philip.html
http://www.csustan.edu/english/reuben/pal/chap2/freneau.html


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