Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Here you will find the Poem Miracles of poet Thomas Bailey Aldrich


Sick of myself and all that keeps the light 
Of the wide heavens away from me and mine, 
I climb this ledge, and by this wind-swept pine 
Lingering, watch the coming of the night: 
'Tis ever a new wonder to my sight. 
Men look to God for some mysterious sign, 
For other stars than such as nightly shine, 
For some unwonted symbol of His might. 
Wouldst see a miracle not less than those 
The Master wrought of old in Galilee? 
Come watch with me the azure turn to rose 
In yonder West, the changing pageantry, 
The fading alps and archipelagoes, 
And spectral cities of the sunset-sea.