Caroline Crane Marsh (01 Dec 1816 – 27 Oct 1901 | Berkley MA – Scarsdale NY) poet, author, translator, women’s rights activist.

Come, ye that are weary of heart, with me to a far-off isle in a lonely sea, where lingers

the son of the cloudy North. The tidings are sunshine and summer to-day, and it seems

less lone and drear. Thank God, the lingering sun hath set at last. Another long, long day

of exile past! The day’s long toil, the night’s unrest, by strangers pitied, oppressed. Land

of the pyramid! land of the palm! fanning us now with thy breezes of balm. Let us fly

from the burning desert forth, for an hour to the cool and showery North. Thou seest

in the West, midsummer twilight, where waves wash the sky. The roses on the outer

wall, that were his charge to train and dress, upon earth neglected fall – the garden a

wilderness. The sea of song and story, the sea that knows no tide! Heaven’s arch of

flaming ether clasps in close embrace — rolling, eddying, thickening fast — broken

sand-wreaths wildly flinging out upon the stifling blast! Lo, fading is that vision fair!

Marsh, Caroline Crane. Wolfe of the Knoll and Other Poems. New York: Charles Scribner, 1860. https://archive.org/details/wolfeofknollothe00mars