Poetry and Art Elizabeth Stokes and Richard De Whitt

Robert Fulton's (1765-1815) steamboat the Clermont, on the Hudson River, New York, 1861
Richard Varick De Witt

(1800-1868

This is not the sort of poem that usually appeals to me, but this one did.

To the Hudson
  by: Elizabeth Oakes-Smith (1806-1893)

  
O RIVER! gently as a wayward child
I saw thee mid the moonlight hills at rest;
Capricious thing, with thine own beauty wild,
How didst thou still the throbbings of thy breast!
Rude headlands were about thee, stooping round,
As if amid the hills to hold thy stay;
But thou didst hear the far-off ocean sound
Inviting thee from hill and vale away,
To mingle thy deep waters with its own;
And, at that voice, thy steps did onward glide,
Onward from echoing hill and valley lone.
Like thine, oh, be my course--nor turned aside,
While listening to the soundings of a land,
That like the ocean call invites me to its strand. 
 

delete reply josfreshlybrewedmood wrote on May 23, '10 His words did give life to the river in that poem, that's for sure.

delete reply jadedruid wrote on May 20, '10 It's very wistful and has a good metre. I liked it.

delete reply mitchylr wrote on May 20, '10 The jury is still out on this one, for me.