Portrait of Henry Timrod

Henry Timrod

Dec 8, 1828 - Oct 6, 1867


A Common Thought

by Henry Timrod

Somewhere on this earthly planet
In the dust of flowers to be,
In the dewdrop, in the sunshine,
Sleeps a solemn day for me.

At this wakeful hour of midnight
I behold it dawn in mist,
And I hear a sound of sobbing
Through the darkness, -- hist! oh, hist!

In a dim and musky chamber,
I am breathing life away;
Some one draws a curtain softly,
And I watch the broadening day.

As it purples in the zenith,
As it brightens on the lawn,
There's a hush of death about me,
And a whisper, He is gone!


Copyright 1860
Ticknor And Fields, Boston
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