. Out-door reveries. 30 Outdoor Reveries ON ROSEAU TRAIL. In a grove beside a rush-rimmed lakeThe Nomads halt once more, Where a reach of wind-surged waterChants requiems to the shore. Where rustling reeds are sighingThe summer days now fled; And leaves are slowly dying; The grass all brown and dead. Their carpet is leaves by sunbeams checkedWalled in by gold and green, Their roof the dome of wide-arched blue,And clouds that drift between. The starlings notes from the rushesDrifts to their ravished ears, While gildings of OctoberTo ravished eye appears. The shimmering wave, the bending tree,Th
. Out-door reveries. 30 Outdoor Reveries ON ROSEAU TRAIL. In a grove beside a rush-rimmed lakeThe Nomads halt once more, Where a reach of wind-surged waterChants requiems to the shore. Where rustling reeds are sighingThe summer days now fled; And leaves are slowly dying; The grass all brown and dead. Their carpet is leaves by sunbeams checkedWalled in by gold and green, Their roof the dome of wide-arched blue,And clouds that drift between. The starlings notes from the rushesDrifts to their ravished ears, While gildings of OctoberTo ravished eye appears. The shimmering wave, the bending tree,The sunbeams brightly glancing, When romping winds, in wanton glee,Set leaf and lake 32 Outdoor Reveries And thrilling sounds come oer the lakeOf wild goose loudly calling. The rusted fringe along the wood,Where frosted leaves are falling. But then a change comes oer the scene,The air grows damp and chill, The wide-arched space of heavens blueWith dark clouds slowly fill. The sighing winds change to a moan,As wandering souls in pain, The swaying reeds still louder groan;Down comes the slanting rain. But natures frowns have pleasures,Tho her smiles be as a dream; Storms are part of her treasures,As well as the suns bright beam. The falling rain a cadence lends, To wild fowls joyous call,And waves are tinged to steely blue, Where deeper shadows fall. As wild they dash from troubled reach,With ceaseless splash on reedy beach, Then break and fall and backward flow, From lines of foam piled white as snow. Outdoor Reveries 33 The red oak weeps and shivers with cold, Too thinly clad in amber fold;Its swaying crest is rudely shorn, In fierce embrace of Northeast storm. Yes, n
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