StNicholas [serial] . ing winter holidayIn Southern climes, when gentle MayHas come, our cooler Northern skyI much prefer. Lady Baltimore : And so do I!The very heart within me quakesTo think about those dreadful snakesAmong the swamps ! I cant forgetThat mottled wretch with eyes of jetWho swung his ugly head aboveOur nest— Lord B.: There! calm yourself, my love;He is nt here, and if he wereI d teach him manners !—Well, bestir !T is May, t is May! my dearest one;The sun is bright, our journey s done;The grass is green; the orchard trees,In bloom, are all alive with bees;The gipsy Wind shall he
StNicholas [serial] . ing winter holidayIn Southern climes, when gentle MayHas come, our cooler Northern skyI much prefer. Lady Baltimore : And so do I!The very heart within me quakesTo think about those dreadful snakesAmong the swamps ! I cant forgetThat mottled wretch with eyes of jetWho swung his ugly head aboveOur nest— Lord B.: There! calm yourself, my love;He is nt here, and if he wereI d teach him manners !—Well, bestir !T is May, t is May! my dearest one;The sun is bright, our journey s done;The grass is green; the orchard trees,In bloom, are all alive with bees;The gipsy Wind shall help us planA frolic flight— Lady B.: How like a man ! To think of play and idle flightBefore we d even found a siteTo build our proper, hanging nest! Lord B.: Ah, well, I thought you needed rest;But since you re anxious, let s prepare:Now, that young Maple .over there- Lady B.: Oh, no, indeed !It s much too nearThe house. Lord B.: That leafy Birch— My dear! Lady B.: It s far too low. Lord B.: Lady B.: Too Lord B.: Lady B.: I ve said beforeThat oaks have branches far too rough;Besides, they never sway enoughTo rock the babies. Lord B.: How about That spreading Elm? It s just withoutThe orchard wall; that dizzy heightNo Cat may climb; those branches lightNo Boy dare trust; besides, you see,My office in the Cherry-treeIs close at hand. Lady B.: You dont suppose Those thievish Jays or hungry Crows— Lord B.: I d like to see them go so farAs just to peep ! Lady B.: How brave you are ! Lord B.: Well, then it \s settled? Lady B.: Your judgment, dear. Yes, I trust The Sycamore?
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