Christopher Pearse Cranch
Christopher Pearse Cranch Poems
- Gnosis Thought is deeper than all speech, Feeling deeper ...
- Longfellow Across the sea the swift sad message darts And ...
- A Word To Philosophers COLD philosophers, so apt With your ...
- Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part I YE interstellar spaces, serene ...
- A Poet's Soliloquy ON a time — not of old — When a poet had ...
- Love’s Voyage As once I sat upon the shore There came to me ...
- Sonnet Xi. The Printing-Press. IN boyhood's days we read with...
Christopher Pearse Cranch (March 8, 1815 – January 20, 1892) was an American writer and artist.
Cranch was born in the District of Columbia. He attended Columbian College and Harvard Divinity School. He briefly held a position as a Unitarian minister. Later, he pursued various occupations: a magazine editor, caricaturist, children's fantasy writer (the Huggermugger books), poet (The Bird and the Bell with Other Poems in 1875), translator, and landscape painter. He lived most of his life in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
Though not one of its founding members, Cranch became associated with the Transcendental Club; his connection with the Transcendentalists ultimately ... more »
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Thought is deeper than all speech,
Feeling deeper than all thought:
Souls to souls never can teach
What unto themselves was taught.
We are spirits clad in veils;
Man by man was never seen;
All our deep communing fails
To remove the shadowy screen.
Heart to heart was never known;
Mind with mind did never meet;
We are columns left alone
Of a temple once complete.
Like the stars that gem the sky,
Far apart though seeming near,
In our light we scattered lie;
All is thus but starlight here.
What is social company
But a babbling ...