. Through the year with birds and poets [poems]; . reeze, above the seas, their onward cohorts fare;They come from frosty solitudes, where broods the Arctic night,Where deserts grim, spread vast and dim, in the auroral Esquimaux, with bended bow, fast paddling his canoe,Their flocks hath chasd oer icy waste of waters heavenly blue;On frozen shore of Labrador the Indians steel hath vain the shaft, and vain the craft, and vain the fowlers twinkling gleam of cold moonbeam, their dusky files I wedge-like throng, in column long, they speed the tireless race;Oer c
. Through the year with birds and poets [poems]; . reeze, above the seas, their onward cohorts fare;They come from frosty solitudes, where broods the Arctic night,Where deserts grim, spread vast and dim, in the auroral Esquimaux, with bended bow, fast paddling his canoe,Their flocks hath chasd oer icy waste of waters heavenly blue;On frozen shore of Labrador the Indians steel hath vain the shaft, and vain the craft, and vain the fowlers twinkling gleam of cold moonbeam, their dusky files I wedge-like throng, in column long, they speed the tireless race;Oer craggy mountain-sides, and over torrent shadow of each column in swift procession the far-resounding surge, in the dim horizons verge,I see their dark battalions on winnowing pinions urge;Oer Lake Superiors sheet their clanging pinions Western plain and golden grain spread sumptu-ous pastures bleak November cloud casts down its snowy the throbbings and the sobbings of the winds are sweUing loud;. Canada Goose WITH BIRDS AND POETS 261 The snowdrift hides the grass, and the lakes are crystal glass,So warnd the geese-flock legions to gentler regions pass, —To the balmy Southern clime, where the orange and the lime,With blossomd fruits, perennial shoots, are ever in their prime : To paradise ambrosial, to banks of spicd perfume, Where forests wide and river-side are prodigal with bloom. Isaac McLellan. FLIGHT OF THE WILD GEESE Rambling along the marshes,On the bank of Assabet,Sounding myself as to how it that I might not all uncertainWhether I was in the to lift Times if I burnt the strongest light;Suddenly,High in the air,I heard the travelled geeseTheir overture prepare. Stirred above the patent ball. The wild geese iiew. Nor near so wild as that doth me befall. Or, swollen Wisdom, you. 262 THROUGH THE YEAR In the front there fetched a leader, Him behind the line spread out, An
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