. Rhymes of the stream and forest. AAinter V oices With murmurs low, within this snow-bound dellThe woodland brook proclaims its ice-boundway, Soft, tinkling note, as of some distant bellFar-heard across the fields, this Winters day. Borne clear, upon the biting snow-filled airThere comes the call of some belated crow Whose flight delayed, now seeks the shelterwhereNight after night, his dusky comrades go. From out the hillsides gray entangled woodThere comes the clamor of the crested jay. Voice of the Past! How often have I stoodWithin thy spell, upon some long-gone day. 82 Rhymes of the Stre
. Rhymes of the stream and forest. AAinter V oices With murmurs low, within this snow-bound dellThe woodland brook proclaims its ice-boundway, Soft, tinkling note, as of some distant bellFar-heard across the fields, this Winters day. Borne clear, upon the biting snow-filled airThere comes the call of some belated crow Whose flight delayed, now seeks the shelterwhereNight after night, his dusky comrades go. From out the hillsides gray entangled woodThere comes the clamor of the crested jay. Voice of the Past! How often have I stoodWithin thy spell, upon some long-gone day. 82 Rhymes of the Stream and Forest. At intervals, upon the passing- breeze Is borne the baying of some tireless hound, As eagerly he trails among the trees Where passed the fox upon his nightly round. Such were the voices of that Winters day, Such sounds I heard as neath the trees I stood, Where branch on branch the frost-kings mantlelayAnd muffled were the voices of the K.}^-f^ 83 •^x 1 nV ilderness I stood in wonder on that mountain crest, For northward stretched the forests mystery, As though in billows tossed, and yet at rest,There lay the grandeur of some spell-boundsea. While scattered oer that waste of forest trees,The smiling faces of a myriad lakes Laughed, as their waters felt the wanderingbreeze,That oer the woods, its silent passage makes. Far to the north, enshrined in purple haze,A distant mountain range in grandeur lay. Its forest-covered sides and tangled mazeBut dimly seen, beneath the suns clear ray. Unseen, but heard from where I wondering stood,The murmur of some distant waters fall. The only voice from out that silent wilderness enchantment over all. 84
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