STANZAS.
The dark and rugged mountain-steep,
The sloping emerald glade;
The beam-lit valley where vines may creep;
The harebell low in the shade:
The sloping emerald glade;
The beam-lit valley where vines may creep;
The harebell low in the shade:
The towering hill; the shimering rill;
The fields and forest trees—
Oh, he is blind who cannot find
Good company in these!
The fields and forest trees—
Oh, he is blind who cannot find
Good company in these!
I have seen the harvest sun pour down
Its rays on the rustling sheaf,
Till gold flash'd out from the wheat-ear brown,
And flame from the poppy's leaf:
Its rays on the rustling sheaf,
Till gold flash'd out from the wheat-ear brown,
And flame from the poppy's leaf:
I have heard the music the woods have made
In deep and sullen roar,
When the mighty winds of Winter play'd
On branches grey and hoar:
In deep and sullen roar,
When the mighty winds of Winter play'd
On branches grey and hoar:
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