. At early candle light and other poems. POUR PCCT OH THE rCNDCR. OUR pictures I see, in a frame quaint and olden,Aglow in the twilight, half-gloomy, half-golden,Where big beechen logs, all the fireplacefilling,From out their rude caskets their rubies arespilling,To roll oer the hearth in a river of wind in the chimney is crooning a story;On walls and on ceiling the shadows are shifting,And down the wide flue a few snowflakes are sifting,Where brother and sister sit, winsome and slender,And face answers face, with four feet on the fender. 5 65 66 rOUR rEET ON THE TENDER Then later I
. At early candle light and other poems. POUR PCCT OH THE rCNDCR. OUR pictures I see, in a frame quaint and olden,Aglow in the twilight, half-gloomy, half-golden,Where big beechen logs, all the fireplacefilling,From out their rude caskets their rubies arespilling,To roll oer the hearth in a river of wind in the chimney is crooning a story;On walls and on ceiling the shadows are shifting,And down the wide flue a few snowflakes are sifting,Where brother and sister sit, winsome and slender,And face answers face, with four feet on the fender. 5 65 66 rOUR rEET ON THE TENDER Then later I see a young man and young maiden,Whose low, wooing language with fervor is hear his fond question, in fear and in trembling,Her gracious reply, without guile or dissembling;Then every blithe robin that ever had nestedWithin the brave beech-tree, or ever had restedInside its green tent, when it stood in the singing again with the shrill little sweet was their song when the lass did surrender,And hand answered hand, with four feet
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