LOOKING EAST.
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LOOKING EAST.
In January, 1858,
ITTLE white clouds, why are you flying Over the sky so blue and cold?
Fair faint hopes, why are you lying
Over my heart like a white cloud's fold?
Slender green leaves, why are you peeping
Out of the ground where the show yet lies?
Toying west wind, why are you creeping
Like a child's breath across my eyes?
Out of the ground where the show yet lies?
Toying west wind, why are you creeping
Like a child's breath across my eyes?
Hope and terror by turns consuming,
Lover and friend put far from me,—
What should I do with the bright spring, coming
Like an angel over the sea?
Lover and friend put far from me,—
What should I do with the bright spring, coming
Like an angel over the sea?
Over the cruel sea that parted
Me from mine own, and rolls between;—
Out of the woful east, whence darted
Heaven's full quiver of vengeance keen.
Me from mine own, and rolls between;—
Out of the woful east, whence darted
Heaven's full quiver of vengeance keen.
Day teaches day, night whispers morning—
"Hundreds are weeping their dead, while thou
"Hundreds are weeping their dead, while thou
