. Bryant. Poems from the works of William Cullen Bryant. , she said, my pretty ; By such smooth words was Eva friend; to-day won to break We will be playmates. I have i Her promise, and went on with her watched thee long, new friend, And seen how well thou lovst to Over the glistening snow and down a walk these drifts, bank And scoop their fair sides into little I Where a white shelf, wrought by the cells, eddying wind, And carve them with quaint figures, Like to a billows crest in the great huge-limbed men,Lions, and griffins. We will have, to-day,A merry ramble over these bright fields,And t
. Bryant. Poems from the works of William Cullen Bryant. , she said, my pretty ; By such smooth words was Eva friend; to-day won to break We will be playmates. I have i Her promise, and went on with her watched thee long, new friend, And seen how well thou lovst to Over the glistening snow and down a walk these drifts, bank And scoop their fair sides into little I Where a white shelf, wrought by the cells, eddying wind, And carve them with quaint figures, Like to a billows crest in the great huge-limbed men,Lions, and griffins. We will have, to-day,A merry ramble over these bright fields,And thou shalt see what thou hast never went the pair, until they reached the bound sea,Curtained an opening. Look, we enter straight, beneath the fair oer- hanging fold,Entered the little pair that hill of snow,Walking along a passage with white walls, 68 BRYANT. And a white vault above where j And held her peace, but the snow-snow-stars shed maiden smiled, A wintry twilight. Eva moved in And talked and tripped along, as,awe, down the way,. Deeper they went into that raoun- Such as the Florentine, who bore thetainous drift. name And now the white walls widened, Of heavens most potent angel, and the vaultSwelled upward, like some vast cathe-dral-dome, reared, long since,Or the unknown builder ot thatwondrous fane, LEAFT&q^FROM STANDARD AUTHORS. The glory of Burgos. Here a garden lay,[n which the Little People of the SnowWere wont to take their pastime when their tasksUpon the mountains side and in the cloudsWere ended. Here they taught the silent frostTo mock, in stem and spray, and leaf and flower,The growths of summer. Here the palm uprearedIts white columnar trunk and spotless sheafOf plume-like leaves; here cedars, huge as those These are the northern lights, such as thou seestIn the midwinter nights, cold, wan-dering flames,That float with our processions, through the air;And here, within our winter palaces,Mimic the glorious daybreak. Then she toldHow, when th
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