A gallery of famous English and American poets . at, apart from all his spells his beads monotonous To the soft western wind;Cuckoo ! cuckoo 1 he sings again— His notes are v^oid of simplest strains do soonest sound The deep founts of the heart! Good Lord ! it is a gracious boon For thouo;ht-crazed wio;ht like meTo smell again these summer flowers Beneath this summer tree!To suck once more in every breath Their little souls feed my fancy with fond dreams Of youths bright summer day,When, rushing forth like untamed colt, The reckless truant boyWandered through green w
A gallery of famous English and American poets . at, apart from all his spells his beads monotonous To the soft western wind;Cuckoo ! cuckoo 1 he sings again— His notes are v^oid of simplest strains do soonest sound The deep founts of the heart! Good Lord ! it is a gracious boon For thouo;ht-crazed wio;ht like meTo smell again these summer flowers Beneath this summer tree!To suck once more in every breath Their little souls feed my fancy with fond dreams Of youths bright summer day,When, rushing forth like untamed colt, The reckless truant boyWandered through green woods all day long, A mighty heart of joy! Im sadder now, I have had cause; But oh! Im proud to thinkThat each pure joy-fount loved of yore I yet delight to drink;—Leaf, blossom, blade, hill, valley, stream, The calm, uncloudeil sky, TIIK SUMMER MONTHS. 279 Still mingle music with my dreams, As in the days gone summers loveliness and light Fall round me dark and cold,Ill bear indeed lifes heaviest curse,- A heart that hath waxed HOOD.
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