The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Complete

of the bright c

se shadows, vague

sts, wan streaks

of the upward

the downward-

pictures of th

e midnight still

und upon this

vulture of a

on my life. I

ment's freedom

lons and the sh

alse enchantress

ot lay thy fore

rd that feeds an

arlands that I

as the belt

wels of the seve

stream of Ber

es the fetters

ing limbs, and

quarry,-then t

unger I must

-drenched, pois

reshness from m

hadows round my

e in some unh

e that tells t

estless wretch

he jealous nig

me

at him who sc

t sadly of th

ulk we tread s

der drifting

ew of fools! W

are not co

ould that cove

t stand like be

grievous wound

books to teach

ongs that tell

our lives, an

emory with th

seasons while th

ers, ere its c

fe of all that b

orn seer, perch

deem, before i

-dust, stoned wi

hammered anvi

ks and all that

otion, in th

laming vapor

n for earths th

d as Egypt

em that squar

ars I watch. I

etter is a gl

ked from Shinar's

anderer of th

fallen sister

aces vague, r

lent few, who,

nion with thei

f in that et

red my wings a

denser air, t

raised above

nwalled, sol

e the myriad l

ine own for

spheroid and

rd or deed to

nt's dungeon

t's fetter for

deadly poison

mingles for the

willing vict

mingles, for h