Chamber from chamber parted with wavering arras of leaves.”
One of the finest pieces of elegiac verse that have yet been produced in America, George E. Woodberry’s poem called “The North Shore Watch,” has many passages that recall the young poet who wrote
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever.”
Indeed, we hear the very spirit of Endymion speaking in Woodberry’s lines:
“Beauty abides, nor suffers mortal change,
Eternal refuge of the orphaned mind.”
Father John B. Tabb, who had the exquisite art of the Greek epigram at his command, in one of his delicately finished little poems, imagined Sappho listening to the “Ode to a Nightingale”:
“Methinks when first the nightingale
Was mated to thy deathless song,
That Sappho with emotion pale