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BY JOHN
'The nunneries The murmur' <1 longing
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of silent nooks, of the wood."
LOWF.I.L.
NEW YORK: .TAMES GK G-REGORY, PUBLISHER. MDCCCLXIII.
Entered accordins to Act of Congress, in the year
BY JAMES
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1S<J2.
GUEGORY,
Court of the United States, Southern District of New York.
In tin- Clerk's Office of the District
for the
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WM.
Flowers,
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BY
"When Woods were Green,
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BY
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HENRY W. LONGFELLOW,
BY
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FITZ-GREENE HALLECK.
'J'he
J3eatl^ of tlie
"Wyoinin<>:
Mi-ssris.
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IF'raginen.t,
ANNIN.
ANDKK\V BOGK1IT.
BOBBKTT-HOOI'En. BU(SS.
cox.
Cl'LLEN BRYANT.
KILMKK.
KINNKKSLEY. X. OKI:
A Co.
THE melancholy Of
days arc come, the saddest of the year,
wailing winds, and naked woods, and
Heaped
They
in the hollows of the grove, the
rustic to the
eddying gust, and
meadows brown and autumn
leaves
lie
to the rabbit's tread.
sere.
dead
:
The
robin and the wren are flown,
And
from the shrubs the jay,
And from
the wood-top calls the
crow
Through
Where That
the gloomy day.
are the flowers, the fair lately
In brighter
A
all
sprang and stood,
light,
and
softer airs,
beauteous sisterhood
?
young
flowers,
they
all
arc in their
graves, the gentle race of flowers
Are lying fair
The
in their lowly beds, with the
and good of
rain
is
cold
November
falling
ours.
where they
lie,
but the
rain
Calls not from out the
gloomy earth
the lovely ones again.
wind-flower and the violet.
They perished long
And "
ago,
the brier-rose and the orchis
Died amid the
summer glow;
on the
hill
the golden rod, and the aster in
the wood,
And
the
yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn
beauty stood, Till fell the frost
from the clear cold heaven, as
falls j
the plague on men,
And
the brightness of their smile
was
<{?
gone, from upland, glade, and glen.
And now when As To
still
From
out their winter
home
;
the sound of dropping nuts
Though
And
such days will come,
the squirrel and the bee
call
When
conies the calm mild day,
all
the trees are
twinkle in the
The waters of the
smoky rill,
still,
light
is
heard.
South- wind searches
for
the flowers whose
fra-
grance late he bore,
\nd
sighs to find
the
them
wood and by
stream no more.
in
the
then I think of one
who
in her youthful
beauty
died,
The
fair,
meek blossom and
up side
;
that
faded
grew
by
my
In the
cold.,
When
moist earth \ve laid her,
the forests east the
And we wept
leaf,
that one so lovely
Should have a
Yet not unmeet
life
it
so brief:
was that one
Like that young friend of onrs,
So gentle and so
beautiful,
Should perish with the
flowers.
PLEASANT
And To
lie
it
was,
when woods were
winds were
soft
green,
and low,
amid sonic sylvan scene,
Where, the long drooping boughs between, Shadows dark, and sunlight sheen, Alternate
come and go
;
Or,
where the denser grove receives
Xo
sunlight from above,
Rut the dark foliage interweaves In one unbroken roof of leaves
Underneath whose sloping eaves
The shadows hardly move.
Beneath some patriarchal I
lav
upon the ground
His hoary anus uplifted
And
all
tree
:
he.
the broad leaves over nu
Clapped their
little
hands
in glee,
With one continuous sound
;
slumberous sound
The
As
let-
:i
sound that brings
lings of a
dream
of innumerable wings,
As, when a bell no longer swings, Faint the hollow
murmur
rings
O'er meadow, lake, and stream.
And dreams
of that which cannot
Bright visions came to me,
As lapped
And
in
thought
gaze into the
Where
I
used to
summer
skv.
the sailing clouds
went by, Like ships upon the sea
:
lie.
die.
that the soul of voutli en
Ere Fancy has been quelled
Old legends of the monkish Traditions of
.the
saint
and
iag'e,
sag'e.
Tales that have the rime of
And
chronicles of Eld.
;
ag'e,
And, loving
Kven I
in
still
these quaint old themes.
the city's throng
led the freshness of the streams.
That, crossed
l>y
shades and sunny gleam.-
Water the green land of dreams.
The holy land of
sonir.
Jit
Pentecost, which brings
The
When
And
Spring, clothed like a bride,
nestling buds unfold their \vings
bishop's-caps have golden rings,
Musing upon many I sought the
The green
trees
whispered low
and mild It
things,
woodlands wide.
;
was a sound of joy
They were
my
when
playmates
a child,
And
rocked
Still
they looked at
As
And
if I
me
in their ;irms so wild
me and
were a boy
!
smiled,
;
ever whispered, mild and low,
"Come, be
a ehild once
more!"
And waved their long arms to and And beckoned solemnly and slow ;
O, I could not choose -Into the
but go
woodlands hoar
:
fro.
the blithe
and breathing
air.
Into the solemn wood,
Solemn and
silent
everywhere
!
Nature with folded hands seemed Kneeling
at her
Like one
in
evening prayer! prayer I stood.
there,
me Of Abroad
tall
rose
an avenue,
and sombrous
])ines:
their fan-like branches grew,
And, where the sunshine darted through. Spread a vapor
soft
and
blue.
In long and sloping lines.
falling
Like a
on
my
weary
brain,
fast-falling shower,
The dreams of youth came back again. Low lispings of the summer rain, Dropping on the ripened
As
Visions of childhood
Ye
And
!
Stay,
O
stay
were so sweet and wild
distant voices ''It
grain,
once upon the flower.
cannot be!
seemed
!
!
to say,
They pass away!''
Tuou '
On
eom'st in beauty, on
Snsquelianna's side, fair
Image of many
When And
my
life
ga/e at
last,
Wyoming
!''
a dream, in hours long past,
was
in its
bud and blossoming,
waters gushing from the fountain-spring
Of pure
As by
enthusiast thought,
dimmed my young
the poet borne, on unseen wing.
I
breathed, in fancy. 'neath
The summer's
air,
tlrv
cloudless
skies.
and heard her echoed harmonic;
I
then but dreamed: thou art before
In
life,
a vision of the brain
me
now,
no more.
I've stood
upon the wooded mountain's brow.
That beetles
And
liiuli
thv lovelv valley o'er;
now, where winds thy
river's greenest shore,
Within a bower of Sveamores
And
am
laid
:
winds, as soft and sweet as ever bore
The fnxoranee of wild
flowers through sun and shade,
singing in the
press
my
head.
trees,
whose low boughs
liath
made
thee lovelier than the power
Even of Campbell's pen hath
Had woven, had he gazed Upon thy
smiling vale,
With more of
Known
truth,
like old friends,
pictured: he
one sunny hour its
scenery
and made each rock and
and
o-reeted
from
afar.
tree
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