The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-03-03
TIE YARN YARD.
ny ALFRED II. STREET.

The rcd iarin-gable paints below
A sharp-peaked picture, glossy black:
Drawn with hair pencil ON the glow
That meits at eye's advancing track.
On glides the sunsets eastward print;
Up lhe hikn hill the lustrc crecps;
The gold black then one ambS tint,
Though the low west its crimson keeps.
No more the nuttering harrow rakes
The showers the stridng scotsman Sends
While of his steps slow Labor takes,
As amber into lumber blends.
Tue tired team trudge in iolting stalk,
With sleepy look and sluggish feet,
Through docks and muleins of the walk,
Down TO the farm-yard's cool retreat.
There awkward roams the stiff square goat;
The slim pert colt strides stited round;
Down from their huts the pigeons noat,
Shaking heir short necks DER the ground.
The fowls their nightly percLeS seek
ON fence and tree these hull the straw;
These fight with clashing wings; this, meek,
AS comes the king, shrugs high in awe.
Tue goose. with scooped neck. misses scott,
And bites the pony's twitching heels;
Fieers at the cow, then shuffics OFF
Az terrier Sport his clarion peals.
Tab sits upon the milk-room stairs,
Her front nmbS plllar-llke before,
Her tail half-circling, IA she starcs
within upon the Dreaming store.
With neck that Jerks, and flank that shakes,
Hook, checking her foot-lappng course,
From lowing into believing breaks
Subsidin6 TO a grumble hoarse.
Sport leaps mp yelping at the cat
That glaree with eyes like fiery spots;
Darts, shrieking, at a scampering rat,
Then. i-lO
Old Jupe leaves lazily his paws,
Gapos, stretches. limb and shoulder streaks
And trimming with black tongue his Jaws,
With drowsy droop his kennel seeks. -
The turkey cock his plumage nings
Up, with burst of dazzling dyes;
Shakes his red frontlet. grinds his winHs
Then, gobbling. smooths to half his size.
The space below the cart grows dark:
The barn floors cavity turns black
The well sweep draws a wavering mark
gilmmerlDg mass the neighborng stack.
The fre-fies wink, things glary blink;
Spade, gravel, hot-house pane; the nook
Swallows the wheelbarrow; llacs link;
Siringas wear a sable look.
How sweet the violet's rich perfume
Mixed with the breath the lily sends
To fill the bland, ambrosal gloom,
That with the lovely landscape blends.
Beneath the bushes backness crawls
Though on the leaves clings feeble light;
Dark stretches tell the garden walls,
And only outlines meet the sight.
The evening darkens, brown TO black;
PerspeCtives now one cable mass;
Fairgrounds but traceries track
OF dusky light the streamlets glass
The evening star grows grand afar
The Bear prowls forth Mars light his torch !;
Night filings apart her starry heart
Az close she shuts her shining porch.
Dark masses show the trees; the stars
Gold-netted in their cloven gloom:
Here, clouds are stretched in frowning bars
And there, wild, variant shapes assume.
The gardens pleasant voices sound
Each nightly thing, that walks and flies
Light ATS come, creeping DER the ground,
Then shiver through the leaves like signs.
On the casts rim a bonfire glares
II softening, silvering, scars, till soon,
white lights, black shades, in streaks and SQUARE
About the farm-yard show the moon.
The trees are sprinkled; perfumes pour:
sleep glidcs DER man and bird and beast:
Nights slow, grand, glittering wheel rolls DER
In Days rich car track, toward the east
Country Gentleman.