. Out-door reveries. red moon,Swings low along the west; With languid glow, serene and slow,Sinks peacefully to rest. Outdoor Reveries 37 HID IN THE WOODS. Hid in the woods, deep in the solemn shade, A shimmering lake serenely peeping through Beneath the boughs, the soft mold overlaid With rustling leaves that autumn breezes strew. The hazy Indian summer lifts on high The smoky veil; a softening halo throws On wood, aflame with leaf of every dye,From yellow daffodil to blood red rose. Tis sweet to be at rest and languid dream, While lisping boughs tell mystic tales of old, And slanting sunbeam
. Out-door reveries. red moon,Swings low along the west; With languid glow, serene and slow,Sinks peacefully to rest. Outdoor Reveries 37 HID IN THE WOODS. Hid in the woods, deep in the solemn shade, A shimmering lake serenely peeping through Beneath the boughs, the soft mold overlaid With rustling leaves that autumn breezes strew. The hazy Indian summer lifts on high The smoky veil; a softening halo throws On wood, aflame with leaf of every dye,From yellow daffodil to blood red rose. Tis sweet to be at rest and languid dream, While lisping boughs tell mystic tales of old, And slanting sunbeams, richly mellowed streamThrough sugar maples flaming yellow fold. Tis sweet to lie when night her mantle brings, And covers wood with filmy moon-flecked gown, And crooning oak a mottled shadow flings,In flitting fold across the russet brown. Hid in the woods are many subtle voices,In eerie cadences through shadows coming; Night, cloaking bashful tongues, rejoices In owls who? who? and ruffled grouse Outdoor Reveries 39 But why should I assail the infinite thus weaklyWith idle sound of man made noun or verb? More seemly tis that I should listen meekly,Nor whispering dryads of the wood disturb. Hid in the wood lives poetry enchanted, Tho vain I try to lure from its retreat; There deep in natures inmost soul implanted,Leave it conceited pen and own defeat. 40 Outdoor Retries STORM IN CAMP. Low rumblings as of mighty discontent—A purring as of lions fury curbed, The waveless air in sullen silence hangs—A murk of vapor from the steaming sod— Poisonous as of loathsome serpents breath—Gloomy as pall flung oer unlovely death. The calmness of a Titan ere the strife— The frown of mighty cannon ere the spark Unloose the red-tongued flame and hurtling shell-A softening glow, a fitful flash of red Across the midnight blackness races,As blushes oer fond lovers faces. Then harsher grows the mood, the angry growlIncreases to a muffled roar that jars The solid earth
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