Evalena . £VALENA. To my daughter Edna, who so patiently has dipped her pen to illustrate my thoughts. EVALENA. Down by a brooklet, dashing ever clear,Where birds in spring are chanting far and near,Where swaying branches beckon to the wavesWhich dance and sparkle where the sun-fish laves,Where perfumed flowers nestle in the bank,And clover blossoms nodding soft and rankTo the flag-stones which bridge the brooklet oer,Laid down as stepping stones from shore to shore,In the calm morning or at noon or when the moon is shining clear and bright,Stepping with agile foot from stone to stone
Evalena . £VALENA. To my daughter Edna, who so patiently has dipped her pen to illustrate my thoughts. EVALENA. Down by a brooklet, dashing ever clear,Where birds in spring are chanting far and near,Where swaying branches beckon to the wavesWhich dance and sparkle where the sun-fish laves,Where perfumed flowers nestle in the bank,And clover blossoms nodding soft and rankTo the flag-stones which bridge the brooklet oer,Laid down as stepping stones from shore to shore,In the calm morning or at noon or when the moon is shining clear and bright,Stepping with agile foot from stone to Evalena boldly walks what mission? do I hear you ask?And why the oft repeated, weary task?Weary, no doubt, for you or me, my friend;For her, the only joy til life shall ye she seeks the brook at midnights hourTo catch the perfumed breeze from tree and flower,Or gaze upon her image mirrored image full of sorrow, marked with care?List! ask the woodland zephyrs what theyevalena00daws
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