The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-03-02
THE ARM YARD.
BIZ ALFRED B. STREET..

By ALFRED B. STREET.
The red farm-gable paints below
sharp-peaked picture, glossy black;
Drawn with hair pencil on the glow
That melts at ewes advancing track.
nsgIides the sunsets eastward print;
tsp the high hill the lustre creeps;
The gold black then one amber tint,
Though the low west its crimson keeps.
No more the auttering harrow rakes
The showers the striding scotsman sends;
While off has steps slow Labor takes,
As amber into lumber blends.
The tired team trudge in jolting stalk,
With sleepy look and sluggish feet,
Through docks and mulleins of the walk,
Down TO the farm-yard's cool retreat
There awkward roams the stiff, square goat;
The SLIM pert colt strides stilted round;
Down from their huts the pigeons 6oat,
Shaking their short necks DER the ground.
The fowls their nightly perches seek
On fence and tree; these hurl the straw ;
These fight with clashing wings this, meek,
As comes the king, shrugs high in awe.
The goose, with scooped neck. misses scott,
And bites the pony's twitching heels;
Ulcers at the cow, then shuffies off
As terrier Sport his clarion peals.
Tab sits upon the milk-room stairs,
Her front limbs pillar-like before,
Her tail half-circling, as she stares
Within upon the Dreaming store.
With neck that jerks, and flank that shakes,
Hook checking her foot-lapping course,
From lowing into believing breaks,
Subsiding to grumble hoarse.
Sport leaps up yelping at the cat
That glares with eyes Like fiery spots;
cTar~ ITT1or ofn GOO yNyaoI, iY0r
Then, wagging, to the wood-house trots.
Old Jupe leaves Iazily his paws,
Gapes stretches. limb and shoulder streaks,
And, trimming with black tongue his jaws,
With drowsy droop his kennel seeks. LIZ
The turkey-cock his pIumage hings
Up with d burst of dazzling dyes;
Shakes his red frontlet, grinds his wings,
Then, gObbling, smooths to half his size.
The space below the cart grows dark;
The barn floors cavity turns black;
The well sweep draws wavering mark;
A gliHnmering mass the neighboring stack.
The fire-6ies wink, things glary blink;
Spade, gravel, dollhouse pane the nook
Swallows the wheelbarrow; hlacs link;
Syringas wear sable look.
How sweet the violet's rich perfume
Mixed with the breath the lily sends
TO I'LL the bland, ambrosial gloom.
That with the lovely landscape blends.
Beneath the bushes blackness 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 sable mass
Eoregrounds but traceries a track
OF dusky light the streamlet's glass.
The evening star grows grand afar.
The Bear prowls forth Mars light his torch
Night filings apart her starry heart
AS 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 bonfire glares;
1t 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 glides DER man and bird and beast;
Nights slow, grand, glittering wheel rolls DER
In Days rich car track, toward the east
Country Gentlemen.