George Santayana

(16 December 1863 - 26 September 1952 / Madrid)

Slow And Reluctant Was The Long Descent - Poem by George Santayana

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Slow and reluctant was the long descent,
With many farewell pious looks behind,
And dumb misgivings where the path might wind,
And questionings of nature, as I went.
The greener branches that above me bent,
The broadening valleys, quieted by mind,
To the fair reasons of the Spring inclined
And to the Summer's tender argument.
But sometimes, as revolving night descended,
And in my childish heart the new song ended,
I lay down, full of longing, on the steep;
And, haunting still the lonely way I wended,
Into my dreams the ancient sorrow blended,
And with these holy echoes charmed my sleep.


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  • Rookie Deci Hernandez (6/12/2012 10:18:00 AM)

    what is better to see a seaon in it's highest beauty or to sleep with a charming sleep. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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