PUlDIB OF lU.TURJII.Their .Uver belliee on the pebbly eaud I
If you but scantily bold out. the hand,
That very iuata.nt not one will remain ;
But turn your eye, and they are tht>re again.
The r ipples seem right glad to reach thoee cresses,
And cool themselves amoug the emerald tre88ea;
The while they cool the.meelvee, tbey freshness ghe,
And moisture, that the bowery green may liTe :
So keeping up an intercbange offavoure,
L ike good men in the truth ot' their bebaviotn'S.
Sometimes goldfinches one by oue will drop
From low bung branches : little apace they atop 1
But sip, and twitter, and their feathers sleek;
Then off at once, all in a wanton freak:
Or perhaps, to ahow their black and golden wing!J,
Pausing upou their yellow flotteringa.
Wbat nerl t a tuft of evening primrose8 1
O'er which tl.e mind may hover till it doses;
O'er which it well might take a pleuaut sleep.
But that 'tis ever startled by the leup
Of buds into ripe flo were ; or by the Bitting
or diven moths that aye tlleir reat are quitting i
Or by the moon lifting her ailver rim
Above a cloud, nnd with a gradualawim
Coming mto the blue with all her light.
Ts& summer dawn's reflected hue
To purple changed Loch Katrine blue,
Mllii.Ly and sort the western breeze
Just kiaa'd the Jake, just siirr'd the tr:eea.
.And the pleased l~ke, llke maiden c:oy 1.
Trembled but dimpled not for joy ;
The mouutain.-.sha.aows on her breast
Were neither hl'oken nor at t-est ;
In bright uncertainty the~ lie 1
Like future joye to Fancy B eye.
The water-lily to the light
Her Chalice rear'd ofailver bright;