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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
America: Vols. XXV–XXIX. 1876–79.

New England: Beverly, Mass.

Beverly Shore in Winter

By Thomas Gold Appleton (1812–1884)


In lazy flight,

Where star-shine lies

O’er moorlands white,

And shakes new fear from ghostly night.

The reeds hang stiff

By many a stream,

The sailing skiff

Sails like a dream,

And prayers go up beneath the gleam.

Rude falls the wave

On shingle cold,

And foam-beads lave

The forests old,

And break and die on their dark mould.

In pools like stone,

So still and bright,

The stork alone,

As an anchorite,

Tells to himself his dreary rite.

No cloud is strewn

O’er the frozen sky;

To a spirit tune

Their lullaby

The oaks around chant dismally.

Not a living man

Moves on the moor;

No soul that can

Opes now the door,

But silent fear haunts the wild shore.

Bad spirits sail

On the cloudy rack,

The dark turns pale

In their blasting track,

Where they touch the frost is sooty black.

The marsh grass thin

Shivers in fear,

Thistle-downs spin

From the thistle sere,

And shadows race o’er the levels drear.

Like silver shines

Each sea-shell worn.

The ridged sand-lines

By surges torn

Seem faery ramparts left and lorn.

A star down drops

From the sea on high,

Past the forest tops

To the lower sky,

Like a tear from a suffering angel’s eye.

Icicles hoar

Split and descend;

On the freezing shore

The frost kings rend

Their sheeny jewelry evermore.