The Wreck of the Hesperus But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he.

Think not because no man sees, such things will remain unseen.

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.

The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.

Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.

Chill air and wintry winds! My ear has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long.

Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike.