Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1871-03-01
Cottage and Hall.

With eyes 10 her sewing dropped down,
And with hair in a tangled shower,
And with roses kissed by the sun, so brown,
Young Janey sat in her bower
4 garden nouk-with work aud book;
And the bars that crossed her girlish gown
Were blue as the iaNen flower.
And her little heart, 1t beat and beat,
Till the work shook on her knee,
For the golden combs are not so sweet
To the honey fasting bee
As TO her her thoughts Of Alexis.
And across good green piece Of wood,
And across a field Of flowers,
\ modest, lowly house there stood
That held her eyes for hours
\ cottage low hid under the snow
Ot cherry and bean vine flowers
Sometimes il held her all day long,
For there al her di~taG bent,
Aud spinning q double thread Of song
And or wool, in her sweet content,
sat the mother Of the young Alexis.
And Janey turned thirgs in. .aud ont,
As foolish maids VIII 30.
WHIST could the song he all alout.
lrt well enough she knew
That while the fingers drew the wool
= fue as line could be,
The loving mother heart wa> fun
or her boy gone TO sea-
Her Blue-eyod boy, her pride and Joy,
On the cold and cruel sea-
Her darling boy, Alexis
And beyoud the good green piece Of wood,
And the field of flowers SO gay,
Among its ancient oaks there stood,
Wlth gables high aud gray,
y Ion hal, where mistress OF All
She might dance the night away.
And as she sat and sewed her seam
In The garden bower that day,
Alike from seam ana alike irom dream
Hef iruaut thoughts woud stray;
1t would be SO fine like a lady 90 shine
And % dance the night away
And on and alas for Alexis
And suns have risen and suns gone down
on cherry and bean vine bowers,
And the tangled cuIls Ger The eyes dove-brown
They tl'l no more IN showers,
Nor are there bars 5u The homcspun gown
As blue as the naxen flowers.
Az Winter wind and Winter rain
Have beaten away the bowers.
AuI little JanCy is Lady Jaue,
And datcc- away the hourst
Naidens she hath TO play and sing,
And her mothers house and land
Could never buy the Jeweled ring
she wears ON her hly hand
The hand that Is false 10 Alexis
Ah, bright We're the sweet young cheeks and ewes
And the silSen gown was CAV,
IS hen first 20 the hall Us mistress Of al
She came on her wedding day
q Vow where my BRIDE says The groom in pride
Vow where VIII your chamber be-
And from wall 20 wall she praises all,
But chooses the one 10y the sea-
And the suns they rise and the suns they set,
Bat she rarely secs their CLEAN,
For oileu her eyes with tears are wet
and the scWIug-wurk Is unfinished yet;
and SO i- the sirlish dreams.
For when her ladies eird al her
and her lord is cold and stern,
old memories iu her heart must stir,
And she can not choose bat mourn
Fsl the gentle 10y, Alexis!
And always, when the dance is done,
And her weary feet are free,
She sits in her chamber an alone
At the window next the sea,
And combs her shining tresses down
By the hight OF the fading stars
And may he thinks of her homespun gown
WIKI the pretty faN-hower bars.
For when She foam of The wintry gales
Runs white along the blue,
bearing the rattle Of stinening sails,
She tr,mbles through and through,
And maybe thinks of Alexis.
ALICE CARY, ia HJ'per'S Magazine for -Harcs