The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1875-08-26
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NIGHHFALL;; A PICTURE.
by ALFRED b. STREET,

Ll.Gw burns the summer afternoon
And mellow lustre lights the scene III
lahaa from It's smiling beauty soon
rhe pusping shade win chase the sheen
-..Ae'old quaint homcsteads windows blazei
The cedars long, black pictures show
mod broadly shows on path ofrays
Within the barn, and make II glow.
,,1he loft siarcs out-v thecat intent\ AJ 81 N
Like carving ON some gnawing rot
wMh sunsbathed hsysnd rafter bent, ''fa'.'s
,J @ooked, cobye6bed home Of Sqsp and SsI'
s4p gYl yE3g n.tirugy rybui' hae n
sgaoa harness, hridle, saddle dart H, ol
Il 4sleam from the lower, rough expanse 40,
,.S.teither side the STOPPING cart, ggbs'y tuo
sitchfork, and plow casts look aaskkaAnce' ),
tRhite Dobbin through the stable doors
%;hows his round shape faint color coats
',fhe manger, where the farmer pours' " '
with rustllng rush, The glancing oats ~,
y rln.haAe strikes the dusty shed; ''.''
~ aIakes s,ears Of seams and gems Of chinks
IN motiltd g,uss the Straw Is spread;
And the gray grindstone DULY blinla,
saassun Salntes the lower west
with gorgeous tints around II drawn;
a Deacon on the mountains breast,
T. crescent she'd star-then gone.
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,iTlse Landscape now prepares for night;
A gauzy mist slow settles round; Do. l.
ySve shows her hues In every sight
And blends her voice with every sound
The sheep stream ippling Down the DELI
Their smooth sharp faces pointed straighti
,gie pacing kline kiue with unkling bell. Z
Come gazing through the pasture gate. yr
H1pe ducks are grouped, an talk in fits;
slne yawns with stretch of leg and wing;
tlllae rears and fans aud settling sits;
s3ne at d moth makes awkward spring.
THE geese march grave in Indian Ale,
The ragged patriarchs at the head;
fyhen, screaming, lutter off awhile,
Fold up, aud once more stately tread.
THrage chanticleer shows haughtlest air;
,Hurls his shrill vaunt with lofty bend;
life foot glares round, then follows where
aiis scratching picking partlets wend ..
4staid Towser scents the gittering ground;
Then yawning draws a crescent deep,
'lSneels his head dropping frame around
And sinks with fore paws stretched iorsleep
E9te oxen, lOosered lrett the plOw. rnHl
Rest by the pear trees crooked trunk jr
I'm, standing with yoke-bnrdened br1wgI I.
ri Trim, in mound beside him sunk, vnN
.oe Of the kline upon the bank
tiaeaves her face lifting wheeling roar '
lGnesmooths, with tapping tongue, her flank
With ponderous droop one finds the door
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i9'seed Dobbin through the softclear, dark
'lSlimmers across the pillared scene. .j-
FH5th the grouped geese--the pallid mark
And scattered bushes black between. ,.. 81.
G,he fire.les freckle every spot 90.
With fckle light that CLEANS and dies
;Sne bat, wavering, soundless blot,
The cat pair OF prowling eyes.
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@diil the sweet, fragrant dark o'erHows u" '
q The deepening air and darkening ground.
I9ytts rich scent trace the rose,
The viewless beetle by its sound
The cricke It scrapes its rib like bars; ... a..
The tree-toad purrs in whirring tone;
and now the heavens are set with stars,
And night and quietreigp alone.
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