C F Epithalamium

Editor’s Foreword

A wedding poem, but one that can certainly be relevant to life as a whole, in many of our relationships.

I saw two clouds at morning,
   Tinged by the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on,
   And mingled into one;
I thought that morning cloud was bless’d,
It moved so sweetly to the west.

I saw two summer currents
   Flow smoothly to their meeting,
And join their course, with silent force,
   In peace each other greeting;
Calm was their course through the banks of green,
While dimpling eddies play’d between.

Such be your gentle motion,
   Till life’s last pulse shall beat;
Like summer’s beam, and summer’s stream,
   Float on, in joy, to meet
A calmer sea, where storms shall cease–
A purer sky, where all is peace.

 

About the Author

Born in 1796 and died in 1828; both in New London, Connecticut. Educated as an attorney, his true passion appeared to be poetry.

 

Where to Find this Author

 

Selected Books by this Author

 

Please Share This Story

Delicious
Delicious
Delicious
Delicious
Delicious
Delicious
Delicious
Delicious

Enjoy this story?

Here’s another you might like:

F The Swan

An ugly duckling comes across an unexpected visitor.