The Cambridge book of poetry and song . en far below in the peaceful purple nuillet and gold-fish the waters nuiimur the bending twigs of the coral grove. TO SENECA LAKE. On thy fair bo?cm, silver lake! The wild swan spreads his snowy round his breast the ripples break,As down he bears before the gale. On thy fair bosom, waveless stream!Tlie dipping paddle echoes flashes in the moonlight gleam,And bright reflects the polar star. The Maves along thy pebbly blows the north-wind, heave their cml aiound the dashing oar;As lat
The Cambridge book of poetry and song . en far below in the peaceful purple nuillet and gold-fish the waters nuiimur the bending twigs of the coral grove. TO SENECA LAKE. On thy fair bo?cm, silver lake! The wild swan spreads his snowy round his breast the ripples break,As down he bears before the gale. On thy fair bosom, waveless stream!Tlie dipping paddle echoes flashes in the moonlight gleam,And bright reflects the polar star. The Maves along thy pebbly blows the north-wind, heave their cml aiound the dashing oar;As late the boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to viewThy golden mirror spreading wide,And see the mist of mantling blueFloat round the distant mountainsside. At hour. shines th( sheet of silver spreads swift she cuts, at highest clouds, like wreaths of inucstsnow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake!Oh! I could ever sweep the oar,When early birds at morning evening tells us, toil is TnKY sat and combed their long bright tresses, one byone,As tliey lauglied and tallied in tlieclianiber tlie revel was done. Idly they talked of waltz and qua-. drille;Idly they laughed like other over the tire, when all is still,Cojiib out their braids and curls. liobes of satin and Brussels lace. Knots of flowers and ribbons too,.Scattered about in every the revel is through. And Maud and Madge in robes jirettiest nightgowns luiderthe sun,Stockingless. slipperless, sit in the revel is done. Sit and comb their beautiful wonderful waves of brownand gold,Till the fire is out in the the little bare feet are cold. Then, out of the gathering winterchill,All out of the bitter St. the fire is out and the house isstill,Maud and Madge together, — Maud and Madge in robes of prettiest nightgowns under thesun,(urtained a
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