The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1880-09-24
AMID THE GRASSES.

AMID THE GRASSES,
Cont live in innocence again.
Sweet soul of mine;
And weave once more the tender daisy-chain,
Come sing snd ana cssn mel
Here Turks no aching want
Of Past or Present:
Here honey-bind is found,
And creeping DER the ground
mellow sunbeams pleasant!
Come! live In tender joys and sweet embraces
OF bfrd-nOtes dropping hither.
All In the golden autumn weather.
All In the grasses and gray leaves together,
Ana see how eyes shine out from fair young
In gentians blue, that catch the thistle's
feather:
Come. breathe and Mvel
For here grow sweet all gracious things to
Here noddeth fine
NY Lady COlumbine:
Jacket and Brooches, some do call her.
Oh. naughty name! She is my Lady Column
May no III frost or plucking hand befan herl
Oh, ,hither come and hide!
Here in the grasses nestle, nestle deep with
Here with my bounteous Love and me
Sweet Nature. Queen Of all green things that
For over all
Some high Spirit mystical
With vaporous form and golden-dropping hair,
Breathes through the drOwsy skies
The mellow-tinted fndia-summer air.
And offers sacrifice!
Ali what's so sweet
As the tripping, twinkling feet
And what, ali! what's so fair
As the summer air.
And the lark high up in its fieecy billowsf
Add here in the meadOw-land far below
We can listen and catch the streamlet's flow,
And hear the lark till he's out of sight
In the breezy blue above the hill.
And watch the sunbeams drop and I'LL
Each little fower-cup with delight;
For here the shadows are soft and still
Hist! be hushed as a startled mole
Curled in it's cradle; for over the knoll
Isee the soft brown twitching ear
OF the shy gray rabbit peeping!
He thinks that we are sleeping
Nature and I! Ha, ha!
And soon more near
He'll crouch his form and crop the hillside
And # the winds blow by.
He knows them. knows them Just as well as !,
Nor fears their shrill pipes slender.
Hear how aloft the old crows caw!-
Ca! cal
Wicked black crows that AL their nav
With pretty field-fares. What q shame!
Here's one that built his nest close by,
Last summer and the grasses lie
Trampled by the path ne came.
See! here deep down are moses and sweet
And meadow-fire that burns:
Or Cnpid's cup, If maidens pluck and gather.
Here's !ndian-Pipe. the fairies smoke:
They light it by the meadow-fire.
And here 8 the magic ring they broke
When dancing to their cricket choir.
And here are spicy mints.
And club head lichens full of freakish dints
OF toothsome elves. and prints
OF winding pathways thro' the reedy grasses,
Where. hurrylng wild, the emmets army
Here dainty roads,
Where, shining soft, the velvet-coated toads,
Crushing the heritage, pant when rain Is over.
Hopping to meet their loves in musky clover;
And here the field-mouse comes,
Stealing sweet Natures crumbs
Seeds that she plants for mice and birds I'M
needed:
She stores her wealth of GRAIN
Way-side farms by walls brier-grown and
Here, here watch them come
The wild bee with his drum:
The fitting dragon-tiy with azure wing;
The painted moths; and 10!
With his sharp, wiry bow,
The elbowed grasshopper, with sudden spring
Setting the thickets brown in wild commotion;
While fluttering down like shells through some
In und1lations rhythmicaly slow,
Through the bluemiste air of autumn lucid
Purple as Tyrian tides, and interfused
With incense odors of all sweet shrubs
The splendid wide-winged maple leaflets mel
low!
Here still are buttercups, so silvery yellow;
And here sweet wintergreen. with berries red.
And here from nOdding head
The feathery dandelion soweth wide
Her venturous parachutes: how light
They mount the breeze. and vanish from the
And here low-couched abide,
And creeping softly slide ..
Arbutus tendils through the rustling grass,
Waiting for SHOWS to pass,
To breathe once more the verdure OF the
Come the sharp sparrows, and late robins sing
Their farewellS. So, FAREWELL
The light doth pass
From sky and vale and mountain
As from some spent and golden-watered foun'
So, farewell!
While through the meadowRrass
Crickets and restless nudge and night-wings
Their forces far and near,
And fill the ear
With paintings Of soft plumes and rustlinss
And music shriIl and high, through the long
duslIy valley.
-WNiasn II. Briggs, IN Hdspers Md0aziss.
A NIGHTS CAROUSAL.
81 CAN imagine nothing in the world
pleasanter than this" Max Carston
said to his father. They had been row.
ing down q pretty, picturesque little
river, but had drawn In their oars, and
were drifting with the current. mo,
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