through their rosy deps

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While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,

Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue

Might mark thy distant flight, to do thee wrong,

As, darkly seen against the crimson sky,

Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide,

Or where the rocking billows rise and sink

Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,

At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere;

Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land,

Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest,

And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend,

Hath swallowed up thy form, yet, on my heart

Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given,

Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,

In the long way that I must trace alone,

Poet and editor William Cullen Bryant stood among the most celebrated figures in the frieze of 19th-century America. The fame he won as a poet while in his youth remained with him as he entered his 80s; only Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and Ralph Waldo Emerson were…