Southern garland . R FALLS. ENEATH the fern-tree*s plumes I sat;The waters hardly stirred,And in their lapsing, tinkling flow,A low^-toned voice I heard. It sang the cool green silentness Of far shy leafy dell,The beauty mirrored in the heart Of light-stained, deep-mossed well; The springs that brimming fled adown The rugged mountain one might drink a sunbeam up Within the crystal tide : And then the voyage perilous The Sinbad of a leafWould make upon its foamy rush And oer the stormy reef: Of terrors in the tangled roots, Of golden pebbled drifting dreams of laziness Along
Southern garland . R FALLS. ENEATH the fern-tree*s plumes I sat;The waters hardly stirred,And in their lapsing, tinkling flow,A low^-toned voice I heard. It sang the cool green silentness Of far shy leafy dell,The beauty mirrored in the heart Of light-stained, deep-mossed well; The springs that brimming fled adown The rugged mountain one might drink a sunbeam up Within the crystal tide : And then the voyage perilous The Sinbad of a leafWould make upon its foamy rush And oer the stormy reef: Of terrors in the tangled roots, Of golden pebbled drifting dreams of laziness Along the slanting reach. And then, anon, grown garrulous, From w^ave-worn stony amber w^ine of Natures brew It offered me a sip . . A muttering blast crept through the trees— It took an organ-toneAnd told of wild-wood clamourings And winds that sob and moan. This unseen spirit of the falls Spun in my trembling heartA dream—so w^istful, delicate ! For hour and place apart. Ji Roseof Regret. H Roseof WANDERERS. S I rode in the early dawn, While stars ?were fading white,I saw^ upon a grassy slope A camp-fire burning bright ;With tent behind and blaze loggers in a rowSang all together joyously—Pall up the stakes and go I As I rode on by Eagle Hawk, The wide blue deep of wind among the glittering leaves, The flowers so sw^eet and thunder of the rude salt w^aves. The creeks soft joined in chorus to the words— Pull up the stakes and go ! Now by the tent on forest skirt, By odour of the earth,By sight and scent of morning smoke. By evening camp-fires deep-sea call and foaming green. By new stars gleam and glow^.By summer trails in antique lands— Pull up the stakes and go ! The w^orld is w^ide, and w^e are young. And sounding marches beat,And passion pipes her sweetest call In lane, and field, and street;So rouse the chorus, brothers all. We II something have to show^When Death comes round and strikes our tent- Pu
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