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Literary
January 7, 1824
Massachusetts Spy And Worcester Advertiser
Worcester, Worcester County, Massachusetts
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem titled 'The Vision' from Blackwood's Magazine, depicting a speaker's dream encounter with a lost beloved, evoking tender memories, sorrow, and isolation upon waking.
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FROM BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE.
THE VISION.
I call upon thee in the night,
When none alive are near;
I dream about thee with delight,
And then thou dost appear
Fair as the day star o'er the hill.
When skies are blue, and all is still.
Thou stand'st before me silently,
The sceptre of the past;
The trembling azure of thine eye,
Without a cloud o'ercast;
Calm as the pure and silent deep,
When winds are hush'd and waves asleep.
Thou gazest on me!--but thy look
Of angel tenderness,
So pierces, that I less can brook
Than if it spoke distress,
Or came in anguish here to me
To tell of evil boding thee!
Around thee, robes of snowy white,
With virgin taste are thrown;
And, at thy breast, a lily bright,
In beauty scarcely blown;
Calmly thou gazest--like the moon
Upon the leavy woods of June.
The auburn hair is braided soft
Above thy snowy brow;
Why dost thou gaze on me so soft!
I cannot follow now!
It would be crime, a double death
To follow thy forbidden path.
But let me press thy hand again,
I oft have press'd in love,
When sauntering thro' the grassy plain,
Or summer's evening grove;
Or pausing, as we marked afar,
The twinkling of the evening star.
It is a dream, and thou art gone;
The midnight breezes sigh;
And downcast--sorrowful--alone--
With sinking heart. I lie
To muse on days, when thou to me
Wert more than all on earth can be!
Oh! lonely is the lot of him.
Whose path is on the earth.
And when his thoughts are dark and dim.
Hears only vacant mirth;
A swallow left. when all his kind
Have cross'd the seas, and winged the wind.
THE VISION.
I call upon thee in the night,
When none alive are near;
I dream about thee with delight,
And then thou dost appear
Fair as the day star o'er the hill.
When skies are blue, and all is still.
Thou stand'st before me silently,
The sceptre of the past;
The trembling azure of thine eye,
Without a cloud o'ercast;
Calm as the pure and silent deep,
When winds are hush'd and waves asleep.
Thou gazest on me!--but thy look
Of angel tenderness,
So pierces, that I less can brook
Than if it spoke distress,
Or came in anguish here to me
To tell of evil boding thee!
Around thee, robes of snowy white,
With virgin taste are thrown;
And, at thy breast, a lily bright,
In beauty scarcely blown;
Calmly thou gazest--like the moon
Upon the leavy woods of June.
The auburn hair is braided soft
Above thy snowy brow;
Why dost thou gaze on me so soft!
I cannot follow now!
It would be crime, a double death
To follow thy forbidden path.
But let me press thy hand again,
I oft have press'd in love,
When sauntering thro' the grassy plain,
Or summer's evening grove;
Or pausing, as we marked afar,
The twinkling of the evening star.
It is a dream, and thou art gone;
The midnight breezes sigh;
And downcast--sorrowful--alone--
With sinking heart. I lie
To muse on days, when thou to me
Wert more than all on earth can be!
Oh! lonely is the lot of him.
Whose path is on the earth.
And when his thoughts are dark and dim.
Hears only vacant mirth;
A swallow left. when all his kind
Have cross'd the seas, and winged the wind.
What sub-type of article is it?
Poem
Vision Or Dream
What themes does it cover?
Love Romance
Death Mortality
What keywords are associated?
Vision
Dream
Lost Love
Loneliness
Night
Memory
Poem
Literary Details
Title
The Vision
Key Lines
I Call Upon Thee In The Night,
When None Alive Are Near;
I Dream About Thee With Delight,
And Then Thou Dost Appear
Fair As The Day Star O'er The Hill.
When Skies Are Blue, And All Is Still.
It Is A Dream, And Thou Art Gone;
The Midnight Breezes Sigh;
And Downcast Sorrowful Alone
With Sinking Heart. I Lie
To Muse On Days, When Thou To Me
Wert More Than All On Earth Can Be!
Oh! Lonely Is The Lot Of Him.
Whose Path Is On The Earth.
And When His Thoughts Are Dark And Dim.
Hears Only Vacant Mirth;
A Swallow Left. When All His Kind
Have Cross'd The Seas, And Winged The Wind.