. Chocorua's tenants . N the hollows of the mountains,In the valleys spreading fromthem, Stand the rustling broad-leaved forests,Trees whose leaves are shed in autumn. Underneath them lie the leaf beds,Resting one upon another,Laid there yearly by the storm winds ;Pressed and smoothed by winter snow-drifts. In the days of spring migrations,Days when warbler hosts move northward,To the forests, to the leaf beds,Comes the tiny oven builder. Daintily the leaves he tiptoes ;Underneath them builds his oven,. o The Oven-Bird 35 Arched and framed with last years oak leaves,Roofed and walled against t
. Chocorua's tenants . N the hollows of the mountains,In the valleys spreading fromthem, Stand the rustling broad-leaved forests,Trees whose leaves are shed in autumn. Underneath them lie the leaf beds,Resting one upon another,Laid there yearly by the storm winds ;Pressed and smoothed by winter snow-drifts. In the days of spring migrations,Days when warbler hosts move northward,To the forests, to the leaf beds,Comes the tiny oven builder. Daintily the leaves he tiptoes ;Underneath them builds his oven,. o The Oven-Bird 35 Arched and framed with last years oak leaves,Roofed and walled against the raindrops. Hour by hour his voice he raises,Mingling with the red-eyes snatches,Answering to the hermits anthem ;Rising — falling, like a wind breath. Strange, ventriloquous his music,Far away when close beside one;Near at hand when seeming distant;Weird — his plaintive accrescendo. Teach us ! teach us ! is his asking,Uttered to the Omnipresent:Teach us ! teach us ! comes responsiveFrom the solemn listening forest. When the whip-poor-will is clucking,When the bats unfurl their canvas,When dim twilight rules the forest,Soaring towards the high stars radiance }6 The Oven-Bird Far above the highest treetop,Singing goes this sweet Accentor. Noontide never sees this soaring,Midday never hears this music,Only at the hour of slumber,Only once, as day is dying,When the perils and the sorrows,When the blessings and the raptures,One and all have joined the finished,Does this sweet-toned forest sing
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