Classic Poem

In earlier days, in happier hours,
I watched and wandered with the Sun:
I saw him when the East was red;
I saw him when the day was dead, —
All his earthly journey done!
Looks of love were in the West,
But he passed, — and took no rest!

O'er the immeasurable blue,
Across the rain, amid the blast,
Onwards and onwards, like a God,
Through the trackless air he trod,
Scattering bounties as he passed
By the portals of the West, —
And never shut his eyes in rest!

Oh, how (in those too happy hours,)
How deeply then did I adore
The bright unwearied sleepless Sun,
And wish, just thus, my course to run —
From sea to sea, from shore to shore,
My deeds thus good, thus known, thus bright,
Thus undisturbed by rest or night.

But now , — since I have heard and seen
The many cares that trouble life,
The evil that requiteth good,
The benefits not understood,
Unfilial, unpaternal strife,
The hate, the lie, the bitter jest,
I feel how sweet are night and rest!

And, oh! what morning ever look'd
So lovely as the quiet eve,
When low and fragrant winds arise,
And draw the curtains of the skies,
And gentle songs of summer weave; —
Such as between the alders creep,
Now , and soothe my soul to sleep!