Scribner's magazine . s where IWas wont to lie by trees tliat hungGreen covert over nests up highIn leafy spaces swinging :Thence, far the forest aisles among,The words of little birds were flung,And back, in echoes it befell, wdiile I did lie. My thoughts from cloudland bringing,A little russet bird had sprung-Out from the shade, while the wood rung In echo to his singing ;Yet till then had he never knew him well ; and he was youngAnd yet unapt at now he sang so wondrouslyThat all the rest made no reply,And, lying rapt in w^onder, IDid watch him as he flew on hi
Scribner's magazine . s where IWas wont to lie by trees tliat hungGreen covert over nests up highIn leafy spaces swinging :Thence, far the forest aisles among,The words of little birds were flung,And back, in echoes it befell, wdiile I did lie. My thoughts from cloudland bringing,A little russet bird had sprung-Out from the shade, while the wood rung In echo to his singing ;Yet till then had he never knew him well ; and he was youngAnd yet unapt at now he sang so wondrouslyThat all the rest made no reply,And, lying rapt in w^onder, IDid watch him as he flew on song still downward ringing ;And fainter, farther ever flung,The sweetness of his silver tongue Came floating to me, bringingSongs strange, and of my soul unsung ;Songs falling like the rain amongThe flowers from it springing;Until he vanished in the sky—He vanished, and I trow, did die. But singing smsfinsf THE PEOPLE OF THE CITIES SKETCHES OF AMERICAN TYPESBy Octave Tlmnet Illustrations by Albert E. Sterner. ,..Mi;.^^^^g»^lyE day last Augnst I sawa picture at the gates ofJackson Park that is liketo vex my memoiy fora long while. A youngman and a young woman,husband and wife, werestep23ing into their phae-ton. The dainty littlevehicle sparkled with a kind of beamysplendor, all white and silver. Thegroom at the horses bits, restrainingtheir impatience while they tossed theii*heads and their chains jingled, was inwhite and silver also. The young manwore the picturesque and comfortablesummer bravery of a fashionable youngman, including a dazzling stiaw hat witha -svide brim and a blue ribbon. Theyoung womans sweet face dimpled andsmiled under a foreign masterpiece oflace and flowers. An adoi*ably simplegO\\Ti of a shining fabric—whether silkor Hnen or lace it was not for the mindof man, not in the haberdasheiy line,to decide—seemed to have been builtupon her pretty figure, for there was noapparent way for her to get into it. Shecaiided a glittering parasol
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