| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | Crow’s Nest | | By John White Chadwick (1840–1904) |
| | | BUILDING our beacon fire, we spread our feast | |
| On the bare cliff high up against the sky; | |
| Eastward a few lone clouds went sailing by, | |
| As more and more the sunset glow increased, | |
| And every sound of bird and leaf had ceased; | 5 |
| Far down below, we could the stream espy, | |
| Seeming at rest all motionless to lie; | |
| And life from every burden seemed released. | |
| Range beyond range, we saw the wooded heights; | |
| And far away, backed against paly gold, | 10 |
| Their rightful lords—unspeakable delights!— | |
| Their purple splendor sturdily uphold, | |
| While, climbing slow, the moon and eve’s first star | |
| Led every thought to heights more cool and far. | | | | |
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