The century illustrated monthly magazine . artled air; The ceaseless stir and soft, mysterious rustling Of hidden insect life In bark and twig, in moss and crevice moving, A voiceless world of toil, perchance, and strife, Perchance of joy and hope, and happy loving. Hark! the ripe, dropping nuts; the squirrels chattering calls, And sounds of dancing feet, as fauns were keeping Time to the music of its liquid falls That ever oceanward go leaping, sweeping Over low, mossy walls, Down rocky ledges, Past swirling vines and through the bending sedges. Strange that the woodlands song, and spelt-out
The century illustrated monthly magazine . artled air; The ceaseless stir and soft, mysterious rustling Of hidden insect life In bark and twig, in moss and crevice moving, A voiceless world of toil, perchance, and strife, Perchance of joy and hope, and happy loving. Hark! the ripe, dropping nuts; the squirrels chattering calls, And sounds of dancing feet, as fauns were keeping Time to the music of its liquid falls That ever oceanward go leaping, sweeping Over low, mossy walls, Down rocky ledges, Past swirling vines and through the bending sedges. Strange that the woodlands song, and spelt-out story, So full and clear, So whole and rounded to the poets ear, Should lose its deep significance and be Only a breath, a tone — One of the many murmurs of the sea ! And so, my brook, good-by! Dumb distance takes thy song, with echo blending Ripple by ripple, sigh by lingering sigh, And tear by tear — at last, in silence, ending. And there is left to me Only the memory That fills my soul, still, with thy melody. Mary Ainge PAINTED BY FRANK HOLL. ENGRAVED BY T. JOHNSON, S. WEIR MITCHELL. CHARACTERISTICS. BY S. WEIR MITCHELL, M. D., AUTHOR OF IN WAR TIME, ETC.
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