Poems (Whitney)/Appledore
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APPLEDORE.
Look northward from this rock and see,
Half imaged in the dreamy stone,
Two heads—a veiled Eternity,
A Destiny, stern, cold and lone.
Half imaged in the dreamy stone,
Two heads—a veiled Eternity,
A Destiny, stern, cold and lone.
This grimly fronts the aspiring wave,
And seems to say, Strive as you will.
And lash my brow all idly brave,
You are a trembling vassal still.
And seems to say, Strive as you will.
And lash my brow all idly brave,
You are a trembling vassal still.
That, with a human softness, nears
The breathing Sea, and says, O child,
Judge not of life by partial years—
In me all things are reconciled!
The breathing Sea, and says, O child,
Judge not of life by partial years—
In me all things are reconciled!