Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-04-22
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For the Yorkville Enquirer.
yoRKvILLE IN THE SPRING.

voRkv1LLE IN THE SPRING.
The Spring is down upon US, and the air
Is vocal with the notes of singing birds
Attuued to love. The odorous zephyr floats
With full, voluptuous sweep--amid the flowers,
And with tender caress, comes to brace,
The pale eyed student nesting mid his books
II is a tickle hirt-the wanton breeze
That sports with every tiny flower it meets
Wbispers the same tale to each blushing rose
When turns, as man oft turns from woman's lips,
To breathe upon the impure and corrupt:
It is a fcke hirt, and yet it's breath
Is sluscious as a womans earnest kiss,
When Hingng back the mist of golden curls,
She Yields her cheek to the electric thrill.
Sweet is the dalliance of the gentle South,
Which coming to US from the tropic isles,
Almost in a day, has blown the roses
Into a glorious beauty. love the South,
It whispers ever of sweet violet banks,
OF the magnolia with its fragrant bloom,
OF orange groves where dark-eyed maiden's stray
And happy lovers find the twilight fair,
Grow fairer lighted by fond yearning beams,
From orbs aglow with trusting tenderness.
There is fairy villa laughing now,
In the embraces of the sunny Spring.
know it we'll, and oft at cheerful dawn,
Some friend and l, arm linked in arm, will stray
Amid its haunts of beauty, where the flowers
Spring brightest from the ground, and fair-halred
girls
Shine brighter still than the insensate flowers,
Seeking the College in their morning looks.
There is one spot, far down on College Street,
Where fingers with charmed step the passer-by,
Like those of old who passed the syren's isle
And paused to hear their own death-warrant sung
Here blooms in all the tenderest tints of youth,
The loveliest flower of all her lovely SEX
Bright as the rosebud drunk on morning dew
Fair as the ideal of summers dream,
She yet is one of Natures darling pets'
And wears her charms with such modest grace,
That oft you think lily speaks to you,
From out the petals of the blooming rose.
Here young spring wears most enchanting smile
And round her dwelling hid mid shading trees
The natural growth, the sweetest 'ong-birds sing
And beauty floats upon the very air
That lies about the almost rural home
OF the bright village maiden. Once there came
A friend of hers-fair like herself-to see
Her sister rose -bud-her presence fingers
Around the spot which erst it beautifed,
And never do pass in sunset stroll,
This fairy nook without a thought of her
The bright.eyed, far away.
We onward pass.
Our walk soon brings US to another street,
A favorite in this village. Here mid trees,
Cleans many cottage with its little yard
Gemmed with pet aowers-here on pleasant eve'
The student and man of business strays,
To find refreshment for the heart and eye
To drink the sunshine bright with womans looks
And glance upon the sweet forbidden fruit
That tempting hangs from many balcony
Our step then wanders back to where 'mine host
Hangs out his sign in blue and gold,
And as the sunsetlies along the west,
The eve takes in the villa, as whole,
From the piazza. Up the busy street,
The stores are lively with the passing throng
In search of calico and crinoline
Down, the eye rests first upon spreading grove
Just waking from its long, cold, wintry sleep,
While many branch, benumbed will green no
more.
Beyond there is garden where the eye
Too loves to linger. Here amid the flowers,
There wanders one as graceful as fawn,
And Dian.like in every winged step.
Nearer by, in neighboring portito,
hear the merry laugh Of happy girls,
Like sMinuehaha" fall upon the ear.
And in that happy group, sylph-like form
Floats like n vision sometimes into sight.
There is cheek the rose would love to kiss,
A lip of ruby music, and an eye
Which beams with many bright and varying
grace,
Amid the golden ringlets floating round
Her alabaster neck caressingly.
She is a thing to love, to soothe and pet
To call sweet names or anger to a frown,
That soft caresses may bring back the smiles
A thing of beauty-an embodied dream.
Here may we rest, while manya jocund friend,
Gathers with twilight to the evening feast
The spring is down upon us-we welcome thee'
Fairest of all the seasons of the year,
And fairest in our own beloved vile.