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Poem by William Cullen Bryant


The Arctic Lover


Gone is the long, long winter night;
    Look, my beloved one!
How glorious, through his depths of light,
    Rolls the majestic sun!
The willows, waked from winter's death,
Give out a fragrance like thy breath—
    The summer is begun!

Ay, 'tis the long bright summer day:
    Hark, to that mighty crash!
The loosened ice-ridge breaks away—
    The smitten waters flash.
Seaward the glittering mountain rides,
While, down its green translucent sides,
    The foamy torrents dash.

See, love, my boat is moored for thee,
    By ocean's weedy floor—
The petrel does not skim the sea
    More swiftly than my oar.
We'll go, where, on the rocky isles,
Her eggs the screaming sea-fowl piles
    Beside the pebbly shore.

Or, bide thou where the poppy blows,[Page 163]
    With wind-flowers frail and fair,
While I, upon his isle of snows,
    Seek and defy the bear.
Fierce though he be, and huge of frame,
This arm his savage strength shall tame,
    And drag him from his lair.

When crimson sky and flamy cloud
    Bespeak the summer o'er,
And the dead valleys wear a shroud
    Of snows that melt no more,
I'll build of ice thy winter home,
With glistening walls and glassy dome,
    And spread with skins the floor.

The white fox by thy couch shall play;
    And, from the frozen skies,
The meteors of a mimic day
    Shall flash upon thine eyes.
And I—for such thy vow—meanwhile
Shall hear thy voice and see thy smile,
    Till that long midnight flies.



William Cullen Bryant


William Cullen Bryant's other poems:
  1. To the Apennines
  2. Hymn to Death
  3. William Tell
  4. The Hunter's Vision
  5. The Strange Lady


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