'Wide of the way'


“And so the day drops by, the horizon draws

The fading sun and we stand struck in grief,

Failing to find our haven of relief,

Wide of the way, nor sure to turn or pause,

And weep to view how fast the splendor wanes

And scarcely heed that yet some share remains

Of the red afterlight, some time to mark,

Some space between the sundown and the dark;

But not for him those golden calms succeed

Who while the day is high and glory reigns

Sees it go by, as the dim pampas plain,

Hoary with salt and gray with bitter weed,

Sees the vault blacken, feels the dark wind strain,

Hears the dry thunder roll, and knows no rain.’’


“And So the Day Drops By,’’ by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman (1821-1873), a poet, lawyer and scientist who spent most of his adult life in Greenfield, Mass.

“In the Berkshires,’’ painted by George Inness in 1850.

“In the Berkshires,’’ painted by George Inness in 1850.