Thomas Buchanan Read

"Within the sober realm of leafless trees, The russet year inhaled the dreamy air; Like some tanned reaper, in his hour of ease, When all the fields are lying brown and bare."

"My soul to-day Is far away Sailing the Vesuvian Bay."

"With dreamful eyes My spirit lies Under the walls of Paradise."

"Yon deep bark goes Where Traffic blows From lands of sun to lands of snows;— Yon happier one, Its course is run From lands of snow to lands of sun."

"We bring roses, beautiful fresh roses, Dewy as the morning and colored like the dawn."

"O Night! most beautiful and rare! Thou givest the heavens their holiest hue, And through the azure fields of air Bring’st down the gentle dew."

"The terrible rumble, grumble and roar Telling the battle was on once more— And Sheridan twenty miles away!"