Poems . VOICES OF THE NIGHT HoTVia, TroTvia vvi,^ v-n-vodorsipa twp koXvkovojv fiporiov, EjOf^d^fv t-9v fioXe juoXe Karcnrrepo^ AyafiefJivoviov etI do/jov v7ro yap akyiijjv, xnzo re ffuju^opctt, d 101^6fie^y oi-^ofjie^a. w I Pleasant it was, when woods were green,And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, Where, the long drooping boughs between, Shadows dark and sunlight sheenAlternate come and go; Or where the denser grove receives No sunlight from above,But the dark foliage interweaves 94 VOICES OF THE NIGHT. In one unbroken roof of leaves,Underneath
Poems . VOICES OF THE NIGHT HoTVia, TroTvia vvi,^ v-n-vodorsipa twp koXvkovojv fiporiov, EjOf^d^fv t-9v fioXe juoXe Karcnrrepo^ AyafiefJivoviov etI do/jov v7ro yap akyiijjv, xnzo re ffuju^opctt, d 101^6fie^y oi-^ofjie^a. w I Pleasant it was, when woods were green,And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, Where, the long drooping boughs between, Shadows dark and sunlight sheenAlternate come and go; Or where the denser grove receives No sunlight from above,But the dark foliage interweaves 94 VOICES OF THE NIGHT. In one unbroken roof of leaves,Underneath whose sloping eavesThe shadows hardly move. Beneath some patriarchal tree I lay upon the ground ;His hoary arms uplifted he,And all the broad leaves over meClapped their little hands in glee, With one continuous sound ;— A slumberous sound,—a sound that brings The feelings of a dream,—As of innumerable wings,As, when a bell no longer swings,Faint the hollow murmur rings Oer meadow, lake, and stream. And dreams of that which cannot die, Bright visions, came to me,As lapped in thought I used to lie,And gaze into the summer sky,Where the sailing clouds went by,Like ships upon the sea ; Dreams that the soul of youth engage Ere Fancy h
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