Poem Ultima Thule: The Poet And His Songs Lyrics

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Ultima Thule: The Poet And His Songs

As the birds come in the Spring,
We know not from where;
As the stars come at evening
From depths of the air; 

As the rain comes from the cloud,
And the brook from the ground;
As suddenly, low or loud,
Out of silence a sound; 

As the grape comes to the vine,
The fruit to the tree;
As the wind comes to the pine,
And the tide to the sea; 

As come the white sails of ships
O'er the ocean's verge;
As comes the smile to the lips,
The foam to the surge; 

So come to the Poet his songs,
All hitherward blown
From the misty realm, that belongs
To the vast Unknown. 

His, and not his, are the lays
He sings; and their fame
Is his, and not his; and the praise
And the pride of a name. 

For voices pursue him by day,
And haunt him by night,
And he listens, and needs must obey,
When the Angel says: 'Write!'

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ultima Thule: The Poet And His Songs

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