Green fields and whispering woods; or, The recreations of an American "country gentleman"; embracing journeys over his farm and excursions into his library . EVENINa. 521 ant and very informal and unconven-tional lawn and veranda party, where,for refreshment, honey is tasted again, and cool,delicious milk is drank. The party breaks upwhen the setting sun warns our kind visitors that itis time to turn homeward. In the twilight we of the household linger until themoonless summer eve grows dark, for a haze obscures thesweet stars, and, one by one, our tired helpers drop off totheir grateful couch
Green fields and whispering woods; or, The recreations of an American "country gentleman"; embracing journeys over his farm and excursions into his library . EVENINa. 521 ant and very informal and unconven-tional lawn and veranda party, where,for refreshment, honey is tasted again, and cool,delicious milk is drank. The party breaks upwhen the setting sun warns our kind visitors that itis time to turn homeward. In the twilight we of the household linger until themoonless summer eve grows dark, for a haze obscures thesweet stars, and, one by one, our tired helpers drop off totheir grateful couches. Last of all, with a pleasant injunc-tion to me not to write too long to-night, and her sweetgood-night kiss, Malvina goes And leaves the world to darkness and to me! The glimmering landscape had already faded on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds,Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds. I sit in my little lumbered-up study, the northern andeastern windows of which are open, and through these fromwhere I sit at my slight round table, can I view the dark-domed heavens. I work, or p
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