Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1857-01-31
Ep ENlNG STAR.
A LANDSCAPE SKETCH

LANDSCAPE SKETCH.
A passage OF marvellous imagery and wealth
Of words nom one Of tbs poems Of Re,,s
I steod tiptoe upon little hill,
The air was cooling and so very still,
Thet the sweet buds which with modest prida
Pull drOopirgly, In slanting curve aside. P''''
rhsir scanty lesved, and finely taperipe stems.
Had not yet lost their starry diadems
Caught from the early sobbing OF the morn
Inc clouds were pure and white as hocks new
And fresh from the clear brook; sweeuy they
On ,hs bius fields Of heaven, and then therssrep,
A little noiseless noise among the leaves.
Born OF the very Sigh that silence hsaves:
+ OF not The faintest motion could be seen
VI all The shades that anted DER the green
IN aen was wide wandering Tor the gresdiest eye.
10 peer upon variety;
Far round the horizons crystal air to skim,
ana uece the dwindled edgings Of Its brim;
70 picture out the quaint and curious bending
VI fresh woodland alley never ending;
VI oy the bowery clefss, and leafy shelves,
ouess were the Jaunty streams refresh the Iselves
L gazed awhile, and FELT as light, and free
As Though the inning wings Of Mercury
Had play'd upon my heels I was Zig ht.hearted,
And many pleasures 10 my vision started
30 i sIaightway began to pluck posy
OF luxuriss bright, milky, solf and r;sy.
A bush Of May-nowers with the bees about ttem;
All, sure no taseful nook could be without them
And let Iusn laburnum oversweep them,
Moist, eoOl, and green and shade the viole.s.
Th,i hey may blind the moss in leafy nets.
And clumgs Of woodbine taking the solf wind
Upon their summer thrones; there too should be
The freq uent-chequer Of youngling tree,
That with score Of light greea brethren shoots
From the quaint mossiness OF az cd roots:
hound which Is heard q spring-he,d Of clear
waters,
gsbeling 80 wildly o, It's lovely daughters,
The spreading blue bslls II may hsply mourn
That such fair clusters should be rudeIy torn
From The ir fresh beds, and sca,erd thong htlessly
BY infint hands, LEFT on the path to die.
Open afresh vour round Of starry folds.
Ye ardent marigolds,
Dry up the moisture from your golden lids,
For great Apollo-bids
That In these days your praises should be sung
IN many harps, which he has lately strung;
And when again vour dewiness he kisses
Tell him, have you In my world Of blissep:
80 haplY when 1 rove Ia some far vale,
His mig hty voice may come upon the gale
Here Her. az. sweet peas, on tip:os for a flight;
With wings Of gentle fush DER delicate whitr.
And taper dngers catching at all things
TO bind them all about with tiny rings
Lager awhile upon sorns bending p!anks
Then lem against a stIee mlet's rusav hanks
And vaicn iHtsntIy Natures gentle doings
ihey Will ne found softsI than ringdovss, c,o
ings.
hcT silent comes the water round that bend,
Not the mtnutest whisper res Il send
TO the Exchanging sallo IS: blades of grss.
slowly across the chtquered shadows pass
why, you might read Two sonnets ere thev rss.b
10 lsre the auffytn fresh ssses ave pre,ch
a natural sermon Ger their pebbly beds;
Hheie swerms OF minnovs show their little
heads, ''O
staying toeir wavy bodies 'gainst the streams.
10 taste the luxury CT sunny beams
Iempssed vita coOlAese How thew ever w,..,,a
Win tneir own sweet delight, and ever nestle
inelf silver bellies on the pebb.y sand
TX you bat scantily hold out your hand
Inat very Instant not one will remain,
Bat turn your eye and they are there again
ihe nipples seemed night glad toreaoh those ere.-
ana cool themselves among the emerald trs.ses
And while they cool them selves tbcy freshns.,
And moisture. that tn. bOwsry green ma, live:
30 keePiay up an interchange OF favor,
Like good men in the truth Of their beh,vior.
so1etimes goldfnches one by ons viii drop
RON low hung branches; little sp,ce thew z,o,.
but sip and twitter, and their feathers slest
Then on az once, as in a wanton freak:
W. peLnaps, TO show their black and 90 den
pausing upon their yellow fl,terings
Mere IN such place sure should pray
ihd' nougnt less sweet might call my thoughts
Than the soft rustls OF maiden, ocvr,
RAINING away lie daadelion's down;
man tie light music Of her ninbIe toes
lat lag against tins sorrel az she goes
caught " '
Playing Il all hsr innocence Of thought.
- LET ms lead her gsatly DER the brosT
watch her half smiling lips and doyo ara lool.
Ise me Iof one n )ment touch her wrist;
te' NE cns N imsnt TO her breathing list:
And as she leaves me. nay she fen turn
me- i1lf eyes, looking through her locks auburn