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Poem
March 22, 1865
The West Virginia Journal
Charleston, Kanawha County, West Virginia
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem expressing persistent longing for an absent friend, evoked through imagery of sunsets, night, dawn, and nature's whispers of absence. Concludes with enduring thoughts despite storms and straying joys. Dated March 10th, 1865, signed 'ESCUE.'
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Original Poetry.
FOR THE JOURNAL.
TO AN ABSENT FRIEND.
When the crimson sky is glowing
With the hues of parting day;
Soft I hear the murmuring streamlet
Whisper, thou art gone away.
When the shade of night approaches,
And the vales in darkness lay,
Then I hear the sighing breezes,
Telling thou art gone away.
When the day-god o'er the mountains
Sends his gentle, golden ray,
Memory, star-like, o'er my spirit,
Whispers, thou art gone away.
Storms may come, and joys may scatter,
loving ones afar may stray,
Still my thoughts will fondly linger
Round thee, loved one, far away.
March 10th, 1865.
"ESCUE."
FOR THE JOURNAL.
TO AN ABSENT FRIEND.
When the crimson sky is glowing
With the hues of parting day;
Soft I hear the murmuring streamlet
Whisper, thou art gone away.
When the shade of night approaches,
And the vales in darkness lay,
Then I hear the sighing breezes,
Telling thou art gone away.
When the day-god o'er the mountains
Sends his gentle, golden ray,
Memory, star-like, o'er my spirit,
Whispers, thou art gone away.
Storms may come, and joys may scatter,
loving ones afar may stray,
Still my thoughts will fondly linger
Round thee, loved one, far away.
March 10th, 1865.
"ESCUE."
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Friendship
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Absent Friend
Longing
Nature Whispers
Memory
Enduring Thoughts
What entities or persons were involved?
"Escue."
Poem Details
Title
To An Absent Friend.
Author
"Escue."
Subject
To An Absent Friend
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains With Refrain
Key Lines
When The Crimson Sky Is Glowing
With The Hues Of Parting Day;
Soft I Hear The Murmuring Streamlet
Whisper, Thou Art Gone Away.
Storms May Come, And Joys May Scatter,
Loving Ones Afar May Stray,
Still My Thoughts Will Fondly Linger
Round Thee, Loved One, Far Away.