Thoughts as they came . oze through endless —is it like to Rip Van Winkle sleep? 1 As if Veerie. [103] THOUGHTS AS THEY CAME So Still the Streets! One fears to speak aloud,Lest such hilarity disturb the fisher-folk— Or dreaming artists seated—start at sound—And drop, alas! a false, unsteady stroke. Sleep, little Veere! Sleep! Thy pulse beats days are waning in an evening light; Well seek, by narrow highway—greater glow,And tarry where the bells ring day and night— In quaint old Middelburg! Tis here well stay And sip the flavor of an old-time town;Well linger long enough for mar
Thoughts as they came . oze through endless —is it like to Rip Van Winkle sleep? 1 As if Veerie. [103] THOUGHTS AS THEY CAME So Still the Streets! One fears to speak aloud,Lest such hilarity disturb the fisher-folk— Or dreaming artists seated—start at sound—And drop, alas! a false, unsteady stroke. Sleep, little Veere! Sleep! Thy pulse beats days are waning in an evening light; Well seek, by narrow highway—greater glow,And tarry where the bells ring day and night— In quaint old Middelburg! Tis here well stay And sip the flavor of an old-time town;Well linger long enough for market-day To bring the clustering groups in cap and gown. No scanty gowns are these—nor are they wornBy slender forms—with grace adown the lines; Rather a fullness—which is broad as long,For maid of Middelburg to breadth inclines. A Hebe here ? She, with the buxom arms! Exposed alike to heat and frigid mortals dififer as to womans charms! These rounded maids would yield to S3lphs elsewhere. C 104]. s^- Are they not puppets? — or, at least, on show?Women in mniiatiire-—iiere prone to say HOLLAND The wee folks, too, are sure the quaintest things! With blooming hip and cut-off mother-gown;Like dressed-up dolls—to which no childhood cliiigs- As broad across as are they up and down. Gazing, we wonder—do they think and play? Are they not puppets? or, at least, on show?Women in miniature—were prone to say, So unlike happy childhood that we know. Unlike, and yet—each to the Manor born!Does not parental influence give a tone ? Some little faces seem of childhood shorn,Some radiate the sunshine of the home. And now again the question comes—and oft —Where do we find the greater interest lay? In well-grown cities, with their treasured art,Or in these unchanged nooks, tucked well away? Both are such endless source of wonderment! And here, we homage yield to powers that love of Country, stands this Monument! These lands of Holland, rescued from t
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