3 "piau a! nulling gtrtll' fot lJot!s mabt.' '
I 111'00D tiptoe upon & tittle hill,
Tbe air was eooling, and eo nry still
That the sweet buds which, with a modest p1·ide,
PuU droopinglf, in ala.nting curve aside,
Their aeantf·leaved and finely tapering stems,
Had not yet lost their st.arr1 diadems
Caught from the e~rly aobbm~ of the morn.
The clouds. were pure and wlntc aa ftocks new-ahoru,
And fresh from the clear brook ; sweetly they slept
On the blue fields of heaven, and then there crept
A little noisele1111 noise among the IeaveR,
Born of the very sigh that silence heaves ;
For not the faiutesf motion could be seen
or all the ahades that slanted o'er the gnen.
There was wide wandering Cor the greediest eye
To peer about npou variety;
Far round the horizon 'a crystal air to akim,
And trace the dwindled edgings of ita brim;
To picture out the quaint aud curious hendillg
Of a fresh wood laud alley never-ending :
Or by the bowery elena 11nd leafy ehelvea,
Guesa where the jaunty slreama l'efresh themaelves.
Here are sweet pe11.9, on tiptoe for a ftight:
With wings of gentle fl11sh o'er delicate white,
And taper fingers catcbine; at all thinga,
To bind them all about 1nth tiny ring~~.
Linger awhile upon some bending planlr:a
That lean a~inst a streamlet'& ruehy banks,
And watch mtently Nature'• gentle doinf':
They will be found aofter than ringdovea cooings.
How ailent cornea the water round tl1at bend!
Not the miont.eat whisper does it aend
To the o'erbanging aallowa : biMes of gra.ae
Slowly ncroiiB the cheeker'd shadows paaa.
Why, you might read two sonnets ere they reach
To where the hurrying freshoesaea aye preach
A natural sermon o'er their pebbly beds;
Where aw&rma of minnowa eho'VI' their little hend11,.
Staying their wavy bodies 'gainat the streama 1
To taate the lu:rury of sunny beama
Temper'd wilh coolneaa. How they eYel' wrestle
With th11ir own sweet delight, and ever nestle