Stanzas (“The Heaven was Cloudless”)
Published online by Cambridge University Press: 20 January 2022
Summary
The Heaven was cloudless—the Ocean was calm,
For the breeze which blew o’er it scarce ruffl’d its breast;—
Not a sight, not a sound, that might waken alarm,
Could the eye, or the ear, of the wanderer molest.
As I roam’d on the beach, to my memory rose,
The bliss I had tasted in moments gone by;
When my soul could rejoice in a scene of repose,
And my spirit exult in an unclouded sky.
I thought of the past—and, while thinking, THY NAME
Came uncall’d to my lips:—but no language it found:
Yet my heart felt how dear, and how hallow’d its claim;
I could think, though my tongue dared not utter a sound.
I did not forget how with THEE I had paced
On the shore I now trod—and how pleasant it seem’d;
How my eye then sought thine, and how gladly it traced
Every glance of affection which mildly it beam’d.
The beginningand endof our loves were before me;—
And both touch’d a chord of the tenderest tone;
For thy spirit, then near, shed its influence o’er me,
And told me that still THOU wast truly my own.
Yet—I thought at the moment—how dear was the thought!
That there still was a union, which death could not break;
And if with some sorrow the feeling was fraught,
Yet even that sorrow was sweet for thysake.
Thus musing on THEE, every object around
Seem’d to borrow thy sweetness to make itself dear;
Each murmuring wave reach’d the shore with a sound
As soft as the tone of thyvoice to my ear.
The lights and the shades on the surface of ocean
Seem’d to give back the glimpses of feeling and grace,
Which once so expressively told each emotion
Of thy innocent heart, as I gaz’d on thy face.
And when I look’d up to the beautiful sky,
So cloudless and calm—O! it harmoniz’d well
With the gentle expression which spoke in thyeye,
Ere the curtain of death on its loveliness fell!
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- Selected Poems of Bernard Barton, the 'Quaker Poet' , pp. 27 - 28Publisher: Anthem PressPrint publication year: 2020