. Bryant. Poems from the works of William Cullen Bryant. BRYANT. Forgive myself I cannot—thus she prayed,And rose and hastened onward. When, at last,They reached the outer air, the clear north breathedA bitter cold, from which she shrank with dread, But the snow-maiden bounded as she feltThe cutting blast, and uttered shouts of joy, And skipped, with boundless glee, from drift to drift,And danced round Eva, as she labored up. The mounds of snow. Ah me! I feel my eyesGrow heavy, Eva said; they swim with sleep;I cannot walk for utter weariness,And I must rest a moment on this bank,But let it not
. Bryant. Poems from the works of William Cullen Bryant. BRYANT. Forgive myself I cannot—thus she prayed,And rose and hastened onward. When, at last,They reached the outer air, the clear north breathedA bitter cold, from which she shrank with dread, But the snow-maiden bounded as she feltThe cutting blast, and uttered shouts of joy, And skipped, with boundless glee, from drift to drift,And danced round Eva, as she labored up. The mounds of snow. Ah me! I feel my eyesGrow heavy, Eva said; they swim with sleep;I cannot walk for utter weariness,And I must rest a moment on this bank,But let it not be long. As thus she spoke,In half formed words, she sank on the smooth snow,With closing lids. Her guide com-posed the robeAbout her limbs, and said: A pleasant spotIs this to slumber in ; on such a couchOft have I slept away the winter night,And had the sweetest dreams. So Eva slept,But slept in death; for when the I power of frost Locks up the motions of the living frame,The victim passes to the realm of DeathThrough the dim porch of Sleep. The little guide,Watching beside her, saw the hues of lifeFade from the fair smooth brow and rounded cheek,As fades the crimson from a morning cloud,Till they were white as marble, and the breathHad ceased to come and go, yet knew she notAt first that this was death. But when she markedHow deep the paleness was, how motionlessThat once lithe form, a fear came over her. 73 LEAFl
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