KRISTEL'S SOLILOQUY.
My log house stands by the river:—
Not higher than the topmost swell
At the vernal flood:—but I have an attic,
And over it stately poplars shiver,
And lend me twenty arms ecstatic
To lift me over the surge. And well,
When the roaring freshet threatens, I know,
And, taking my meat and honey, go
Into the leafy nook above;
'Whence I watch the river, raving
Up from its yellow depths, and the broad
Not higher than the topmost swell
At the vernal flood:—but I have an attic,
And over it stately poplars shiver,
And lend me twenty arms ecstatic
To lift me over the surge. And well,
When the roaring freshet threatens, I know,
And, taking my meat and honey, go
Into the leafy nook above;
'Whence I watch the river, raving
Up from its yellow depths, and the broad
