. Bryant. Poems from the works of William Cullen Bryant. tly or settling slow, Meet, and are still in the depths be-low; Flake after flake Dissolved in the dark and silent lake. Here delicate snow-stars, out of thecloud,Come floating downward in airyplay, Like spangles dropped from theglistening crowdThat whiten by night the milkyway; There broader and burlier massesfall; The sullen water buries them all— All drowned in the dark and silentlake. And some, as on tender wings they glideFrom their chilly birth-cloud, dim and gray,Are joined in their fall, and, side by side,Come clinging along thei
. Bryant. Poems from the works of William Cullen Bryant. tly or settling slow, Meet, and are still in the depths be-low; Flake after flake Dissolved in the dark and silent lake. Here delicate snow-stars, out of thecloud,Come floating downward in airyplay, Like spangles dropped from theglistening crowdThat whiten by night the milkyway; There broader and burlier massesfall; The sullen water buries them all— All drowned in the dark and silentlake. And some, as on tender wings they glideFrom their chilly birth-cloud, dim and gray,Are joined in their fall, and, side by side,Come clinging along their unsteady way;As friend with friend, or husband with wife,Makes hand in hand the passage of life; lost, Flake after flake—All lost in the dark and silent lake. Yet look again, for the clouds divide;A gleam of blue on the water lies;And far away, on the mountain-side,A sunbeam falls from the openingskies,But the hurrying host that flew be-tweenThe cloud and the water, no more isseen; Flake after flake,At rest in the dark and silent lake. 58 ROBERT OF LINCOLN. Merrily swinging on brier and weed,| Near to the nest of his little dame,)ver the mountain-side or mead,Robert of Lincoln is telling hisname: Bob-o-link, bob-o-link,Spink, spank, spink; Snug and safe is that nest of ours,Hidden among the summer , chee, chee. Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest,Wearing a bright black wedding-coat; 59 LEAlTm^FROM STANDARD AUTHORS. White are his shoulders and whitehis him call in his merry note:Bob-o-link, bob-o-link,Spink, spank, spink;Look, what a nice new coat is mine,Sure there was never a bird so , chee, chee. Robert of Lincolns Quaker wife,Pretty and quiet, with plain brownwings,Passing at home a patient life, Broods in the grass while her hus-band sings: Bob-o-link, bob-o-link,Spink, spank, spink;Brood, kind creature; you need not fearThieves and robbers while I am , chee, chee. Modest and shy as a nun is she; One weak chirp is her onl
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