A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

1!0DJI OJ' TH& IIOCULA.lm DOICBBJ'IO .uumtOlf& ill

IT atanda in a sunny meadow,

The house eo moaay and bl'Own,

Wilb ita cumbrous old atone chimneya;.

And the gr:ey· roof sloping olown.

Tba trees fold their g r een arms arounJit,

T h e trees a century old;

And the wino go chant ing through them,

Aud the eunbeama drop their· goldJ

The cowalipe spring in the mnreh'ear

And Lhe roses bloom on the hill;

And beside the brook in the paaturcs ·

The berda go feeding at will

The chililren h:l.ve·gone and left tbem=--

Theyait in the sun alone f '

And the old wife's eiU'B are failing

.A. abe hlU'ka to the well-lulown toD&

That won her heart in· her girlhood,

That hii.B soothed her in many a caTe,

And praises h<'r now for the brigbtnesa

Her old face n.sed to wear.

She thinb a~ in o r her bridal-

How, dre•'d in her robe of whllej

She stood by her gay young lover

In the mornin3'a r09ylight.

Oh I the morning ia <rosy as enr,

But the rose trom bee cheek ia fted;

ADd the sunshine etill ia golden,

But it falLs on a silver\! headl

And the girlbootl dreruna, once vaulah\ (^11)
Come bo.ek. iu her wiote1· titue;
Till h er fee\Jle pnlses tremble
With the th••ill.ofspring;-C.ide'v·prime.
And looking fortl1 ti'om the window,
She thinks how the trees have gTown,
Since, clad in her britlal whiteoea:~,
She eroea'd the olJ door-stone-,