The Poems of Henry Van Dyke by Henry Van Dyke How long the echoes love to play Around the shore of silence, as a wave Retreating circles down the sand! One after one, with sweet delay, The mellow sounds that cliff and island gave, Have lingered in the crescent bay, Until, by lightest breezes fanned, They float far off beyond the dying day And leave it still as death. But hark, - Another singing breath Comes from the edge of dark; A note as clear and slow As falls from some enchanted bell, Or spirit, passing from the world below, That whispers back, Farewell. So in the heart, When, fading slowly down the past, Fond memories depart, And each that leaves it seems the last; Long after all the rest are flown, Returns a solitary tone, - The after-echo of departed years, - And touches all the soul to tears. 1871. DULCIORA A tear that trembles for a little whileUpon the trembling eyelid, till the worldWavers within its circle like a dream, Holds more of meaning in its narrow orbThan all the distant landscape that it blurs. A smile that hovers round a mouth beloved, Like the faint pulsing of the Northern Light, And grows in silence to an amber dawnBorn in the sweetest depths of trustful eyes, Is dearer to the soul than sun or star. A joy that falls into the hollow heartFrom some far-lifted height of love unseen, Unknown, makes a more perfect melodyThan hidden brooks that murmur in the dusk, Or fall athwart the cliff with wavering gleam. Ah, not or their own sake are earth and skyAnd the fair ministries of Nature dear, But as they set themselves unto the tuneThat fills our life; as light mysteriousFlows from within and glorifies the world. For so a common wayside blossom, touchedWith tender thought, assumes a grace more sweetThan crowns the royal lily of the South;And so a well-remembered perfume seemsThe breath of one who breathes in Paradise. 1872. THREE ALPINE SONNETS I THE GLACIER At dawn in silence moves the mighty stream, The silver-crested waves no murmur make; But far away the avalanches wakeThe rumbling echoes, dull as in a dream;Their momentary thunders, dying, seem To fall into the stillness, flake by flake, And leave the hollow air with naught to breakThe frozen spell of solitude supreme. At noon unnumbered rills begin to spring Beneath the burning sun, and all the wallsOf all the ocean-blue crevasses ring With liquid lyrics of their waterfalls;As if a poet's heart had felt the glowOf sovereign love, and song began to flow. We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive Classic Library collection. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. The aim of our publishing program is to facilitate rapid access to this vast reservoir of literature, and our view is that this is a significant literary work, which deserves to be brought back into print after many decades. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works. To ensure a high quality product, each title has been meticulously hand curated by our staff. Our philosophy has been guided by a desire to provide the reader with a book that is as close as possible to ownership of the original work. We hope that you will enjoy this wonderful classic work, and that for you it becomes an enriching experience.