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The meeting boughs and implicated leaves
Forest Landscape. INTO that forest far they thence him led, Where was their dwelling, in a pleasant glade With mountains round about environed ; And mighty woods which did the valley shade And like a stately theatre it made, Spreading itself into a spacious plain; And in the midst a little river play'd Amongst the pumy stones, which seem'd to plain With gentle murmur that his course they did restrain. Beside the same a dainty place there lay, Planted with myrtle-trees and laurels green, In which the birds sung many a lovely lay Of God's high praise and of their love's sweet teen, As it an earthly paradise had been; In whose enclosed shadow there was pight A fair pavilion, scarcely to be seen, The which was all within most richly dight, That greatest princes living it might well delight.
The Pine Forest by the Sea.
That skirts the ocean's foam ;
The tempest in its home.
The clouds were gone to play,
The smile of heaven lay;
Sent from beyond the skies,
A light of Paradise !
The giants of the waste,
As serpents interlaced,
That under heaven is blown,
As tender as its own :
Now all the tree-tops lay asleep
Like green waves on the sea; As still as is the silent deep
The ocean-woods may be.
How calm it was! the silence there
By such a chain was bound, That even the busy woodpecker
Made stiller by her sound The inviolable quietness ;.
The breath of peace we drew, With its soft motion made not less
The calm that round us grew.
Of the wide mountain waste,
A magic circle traced.
A thrilling silent life;
Our mortal nature's strife;
The magic circle there,
The lifeless atmosphere.
We paused beside the pools that lie
Under the forest hough ;
Gulf'd in a world below;
Which in the dark earth lay,
And purer than the day-
As in the upper air,
Than any spreading there.
There lay the glade and neighbouring lawn,
And through the dark green woods The white sun, twinkling like the dawu
Out of a speckled cloud.
Sweet views which in our world above
Can never well be seen,
Of that fair forest green :
With an Elysian glow,
The grand old Woods. O EVER welcome are the grand old woods, Fresh in young April, quick with shooting green ; Or rich in June, with luxury of leaves : Right lovely are they in their growing pride, But lovelier in their glory of decay. Right joyous are they when the happy birds Salute the morn with thousand-throated songs, Or pour soft vespers to the setting sun, Singing the summer day to balmy rest. Or when alone the cuckoo's monotone Lulls drowsy noon; or when sweet Philomel Trills passionate music to the listening night, And wakes the dreaming rose-buds with her song, O fair and joyous are the woods in summer! But when the birds are still, and faded leaves Fall in the silence, silently and slow, Then their solemnities have deeper joy, Though less of rapture. And it is the prime Of the year's growth, and prodigality Of ever-new delights, to livger long When Queenly Autumn, laden with the wealth Of all the seasous, passes in her pomp.
Earth, Ocean, Air. EARTH, Ocean, Air, beloved brotherhood ! If our great Mother have imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel Your love, and recompeuse the boon with mine;
If dewy morn, and odorous noon, and even
Ebening on Lake Leman. It is the hush of night, and all between
Thy margin and the mountains, dusk, yet clear, Mellow'd and mingling, yet distinctly seen,
Save darken'd Jura, whose capt heights appear
Precipitously steep ; and drawing near,
Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear
His life an infancy, and sings his fill;
Starts into voice a moment, then is still.
There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews
All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues. Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven !
If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires,-'tis to be forgiven,
That in our aspirations to be great,
Our destinies O'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are
A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves