The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . en the heart of Aurora, now stricken with grief, Shall pour itself out upon flower and leaf. We will follow her tears—sweet sisters of rain— A pathway of silver through forest and plain: Now gathered like pearls on some fair, heaving breast, They sink in their bed like a babe to its rest. The rill to a river spreads out to the sea; Not tarrying there, soon again it will be In clouds drifting over some far distant land, And falling to earth at the Storm Kings command. A text for all time were those icicles gray, For beauty will vanish, and splendor decay
The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . en the heart of Aurora, now stricken with grief, Shall pour itself out upon flower and leaf. We will follow her tears—sweet sisters of rain— A pathway of silver through forest and plain: Now gathered like pearls on some fair, heaving breast, They sink in their bed like a babe to its rest. The rill to a river spreads out to the sea; Not tarrying there, soon again it will be In clouds drifting over some far distant land, And falling to earth at the Storm Kings command. A text for all time were those icicles gray, For beauty will vanish, and splendor decay. The vision that greeted the famishing child, Who feasted in heaven, while starving she smiled, Its prototype found in the landscape that morn. When Nights matchless brilliants were scattered and gone. That dream was the gate to a beautiful life, A life that was closed to all heartache and strife: That gossamer drapery swept by a breath. And passing from view as the child did in death; Like her only altered the garb it had worn, 34. In an armor of ice, with a glitter and gray,The trees were in lines like Hussars for the fray. For death is life changing its visible form. The fast melting frost, redissolving in air, Or dropping to earth, to conceal itself there, Some new form will take, blending beauty with power, In dewdrop, in stream, or in life-giving shower. February 5, 1871. THE BRIDAL VEIL FALLS OF YOSEMITE. Like maiden in blushes, who strives to concealThe charms which her efforts are sure to reveal,This virgin of waterfalls struggles to hideFrom curious eyes neath a veil of the bride,When cup she doth fill as did Hebe of oldA draught to the gods from her flagon of gold. Here El Capitan and the Bridal Veil Falls Like groom and his bride are impaled amidst walls, Immovable both, like Prometheus chained, In grief have through ages asunder remained. To El Capitan she her constancy shows As only to him she her nectar bestows, While he in calm silence with uncovered head S
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