- Year Published: 1920
- Language: English
- Country of Origin: United States of America
- Source: Merrick, G. E. (1920). Songs of the wind on a southern shore, and other poems of florida. The Four Seas Publishing Co.
- Flesch–Kincaid Level: 7.2
- Word Count: 400
Merrick, G. (1920). “Golden Days on the Oklawaha”. Songs of the Wind on a Southern Shore, and other Poems of Florida (Lit2Go Edition). Retrieved September 28, 2016, from
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George E. Merrick, "“Golden Days on the Oklawaha”," Songs of the Wind on a Southern Shore, and other Poems of Florida, Lit2Go Edition, (1920), accessed September 28, 2016,.
One day as I walked through the woodland
And along by the banks of the stream,
—I surprised—in the depths of the gleam—
The Spirit that governs the woodland
In the midst of a wonderful dream.
So still was the heart of the forest,
And so faintly I felt of its breath,
—’Twas hushed as one holding her breath—
That I feared in my musings—for lest
—The dream be the dreaming of death.
But as the breath of life on a mirror
Of one deemed to be passing away,
O’er the stream—as faint flushing of gray—
Moved the spirit, ebbing nearer and nearer
To its death through the autumn day.
And I gained to the heart of its being;
E’en the innermost place of its dream:
And as souls in communion may seem
The owners of fancies together,—so seeing,
I passed midst the golden-hazed gleam.
The dream was ablaze of the gladness
Of days that were long-ago fled:
Of Spring-time,—of Youth,—and of Hope-led
Rosy-tinged fancies,—such, e’er the shadow of sadness
Throws over it’s mantle of dread.
All aglow with the roseate beaming,
And a-flare in the dight of the bold,
All the flames that stirred youth from of old—
Were the visions I glimpsed as the dreamings
Were imaged in scarlet and gold.
The blood-dyes of the sun-sett of summer;—
The purple-blent floods o’er the sea;—
The flash and the riot of flower spread lea—
All the heart-glows of the vanshed summer;—
Were pictured from memory.
The pulsings of departed pleasures;
And the achings of inspired pain
As though throbbing in essence again—
Seemed blending with the exquisite measures
Of a music of longing so vain.
An impulse of unknown stirring,
Like echoes of prophecy
A shadow of eternity—
Seemed to bring o’er the visions a blurring,
And the calling of memory;—
As whispers are blent in the murmuring
Of the fathomless irrepressible sea.
So sadly I left Nature a-dreaming
There in the golden-hazed gleam;
The joyous—sad wonderful dream—
For the visions I had glimpsed held the seeming
Of thought deeper that dreamer may dream.