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

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Of waving bough, or warbling bird,
Or cattle fll.intly lowing :
1 could have half-belieYed I heal'<l
The leavea and bloesoms growiDg.

I stood to hear-I love it well-
The min's continuou.s aonnd,.
Small drops, but thick and faat tbeylell;
Down straight into the groUDd.

For leafy thickness is not yet
Earth's naked breiiBt to sereen,
Though every dripping branchia set
With shoots of tender green.

Bare, ' aince I look'd at early moro,
Thoes honeysuekle bod»
HAVe awell'd to double growth ; that thon
Hath put forth lArgu atuda ;

That lilac's cleaving cones have burst,
The milk-white flowers revealing ;
.Even now, upon my eeuses tint
Methinka tlleir sweets are stealing.

The very earth, the steamy air,
Is all with fmgrance rife ;
And grace and beauty everywhere
Are flushing into life.

Down, down they come-those fruitlnl storea I
Thoes earth-rejoiciDg drope I
A momentary deluge pours,
Then thins, decreases, stope ;

And ere the dimples on the stream
Have circled out of sight,
Lo 1 from the west, a parting glea.m
Breaks forth, of amber light.


:But yet behold-abrupt and loud
Comes down the glittering rain 1
The farewell of a paaain~ cloud,
The fringes of her tram.


Cuucn. (Jfodrtlutd.)

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