“The Snow-Shower” by William Cullen Bryant

What darker?
-The Voice before the Void

“The Snow-Shower”

William Cullen Bryant

Stand here by my side and turn, I pray,
On the lake below, thy gentle eyes;
The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray,
And dark and silent the water lies;
And out of that frozen mist the snow
In wavering flakes begins to flow;
Flake after flake
They sink in the dark and silent lake. Continue reading

“The Crowded Street” by William Cullen Bryant

Days and nights are long; life and death continues.
⁓The Voice before the Void

“The Crowded Street”

William Cullen Bryant

Let me move slowly through the street,
Filled with an ever-shifting train,
Amid the sound of steps that beat
The murmuring walks like autumn rain.

How fast the flitting figures come!
The mild, the fierce, the stony face;
Some bright with thoughtless smiles, and some
Where secret tears have left their trace.

They pass–to toil, to strife, to rest;
To halls in which the feast is spread;
To chambers where the funeral guest
In silence sits beside the dead. Continue reading

“Thanatopsis” by William Cullen Bryant

Gorgeous, death. An astounding piece, a great piece. A brilliant rejoinder to the fundamental horror that we each must die alone: No: when you die, you will join the host of all the people who have died before you; and after you die, you will be joined by all the people who will die after you.
⁓The Voice before the Void


William Cullen Bryant

To him who in the love of nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty; and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy that steals away
Their sharpness ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Continue reading