Evalena . ce, Among the servants: first to one, then all. Twas whispered later in the servants hall. Ere evning, whispering tongues had done their work,—A duty whispering tongues neer wish to shirk. The early sunset tints the village spires;And: from the chapel windows, ruddy firesReflect a thousand glints of light and glow,Upon the dancing brook that lies evening air bespeaks a coming frost;The great round sun behind the hill is lost;The ravens croak sounds fromi a lonely glade;The glorious autumn day begins to the blazing hearth Sir Randall sitsAnd views the red-tongued
Evalena . ce, Among the servants: first to one, then all. Twas whispered later in the servants hall. Ere evning, whispering tongues had done their work,—A duty whispering tongues neer wish to shirk. The early sunset tints the village spires;And: from the chapel windows, ruddy firesReflect a thousand glints of light and glow,Upon the dancing brook that lies evening air bespeaks a coming frost;The great round sun behind the hill is lost;The ravens croak sounds fromi a lonely glade;The glorious autumn day begins to the blazing hearth Sir Randall sitsAnd views the red-tongued demon as it flitsFrom log to log, and with increasing roarCasts dark, fantastic shadows on the stately step old John brings in the tea;But with a gesture Randall makes the pleaOf nervousness; and speaks in accents wildOf evil omens,—like a frightened heard you not the ravens croak, my man?And just this eve our good old Doctor SannRemarked to me, my Evas mind runs wild 25 EV ALEN A. HAD POOR SIR RANDAI,L NAPPING IN HIS CHAIR. 26 E V ALEN A From some great nervous shock—my poor dear child;And young Sir Royal wished to speak with her;But Doctor Sann could not let that said No matter now if friend or foeStand in her presence, she would never know;A raging fever dulls her brain and so he kindly said to him Good John, the faithful, putting down the tray,Related all the glad news of the spoke with pride about his countrys fleetOff Englands coast, and all equipped to meetHis countrys foe. Told many little things, of this and that,And his vagaries soothed with pleasant John, wise John, before he was poor Sir Randall napping in his chair. Dark days, sad eventides, and dreary morns;No bloom of roses,—naught but leaves and thorns;Hushed voices; footsteps in their muffled treadMove silently about the dear ones moons had come and gone; yet at the HallYoung Royal waited for his sweethearts m
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