THE CASCADE.
‘It leapt and danced along all joyously,Till winter winds swept o’er it.——’
‘It leapt and danced along all joyously,Till winter winds swept o’er it.——’
‘It leapt and danced along all joyously,Till winter winds swept o’er it.——’
‘It leapt and danced along all joyously,
Till winter winds swept o’er it.——’
I saw, as I stood by a mountain’s sideOn a lovely summer day,When the light winds in the vale had died,And all was fresh and gay—A cascade beautiful and clearAll gaily laughing in the sun,As it dashed upon its bed of stone,Sprinkling the wild flowers near.And I thought how sweet it were to dwellBeside that dashing stream,Watching the white foam where it fell,And vanished like a dream:To list as its murmurs flew alongIn all their thrilling harmony,And mingled in sweet symphony,With the wood-bird’s gushing song.The autumn winds swept through that wood,With a sad and mournful sound;Decay was in its solitude,And dead leaves spread the ground:—And I sighed, and cast a sorrowing look,As I passed that spot again;For Winter had thrown his icy chainAcross that gushing brook.
I saw, as I stood by a mountain’s sideOn a lovely summer day,When the light winds in the vale had died,And all was fresh and gay—A cascade beautiful and clearAll gaily laughing in the sun,As it dashed upon its bed of stone,Sprinkling the wild flowers near.And I thought how sweet it were to dwellBeside that dashing stream,Watching the white foam where it fell,And vanished like a dream:To list as its murmurs flew alongIn all their thrilling harmony,And mingled in sweet symphony,With the wood-bird’s gushing song.The autumn winds swept through that wood,With a sad and mournful sound;Decay was in its solitude,And dead leaves spread the ground:—And I sighed, and cast a sorrowing look,As I passed that spot again;For Winter had thrown his icy chainAcross that gushing brook.
I saw, as I stood by a mountain’s sideOn a lovely summer day,When the light winds in the vale had died,And all was fresh and gay—A cascade beautiful and clearAll gaily laughing in the sun,As it dashed upon its bed of stone,Sprinkling the wild flowers near.
I saw, as I stood by a mountain’s side
On a lovely summer day,
When the light winds in the vale had died,
And all was fresh and gay—
A cascade beautiful and clear
All gaily laughing in the sun,
As it dashed upon its bed of stone,
Sprinkling the wild flowers near.
And I thought how sweet it were to dwellBeside that dashing stream,Watching the white foam where it fell,And vanished like a dream:To list as its murmurs flew alongIn all their thrilling harmony,And mingled in sweet symphony,With the wood-bird’s gushing song.
And I thought how sweet it were to dwell
Beside that dashing stream,
Watching the white foam where it fell,
And vanished like a dream:
To list as its murmurs flew along
In all their thrilling harmony,
And mingled in sweet symphony,
With the wood-bird’s gushing song.
The autumn winds swept through that wood,With a sad and mournful sound;Decay was in its solitude,And dead leaves spread the ground:—And I sighed, and cast a sorrowing look,As I passed that spot again;For Winter had thrown his icy chainAcross that gushing brook.
The autumn winds swept through that wood,
With a sad and mournful sound;
Decay was in its solitude,
And dead leaves spread the ground:—
And I sighed, and cast a sorrowing look,
As I passed that spot again;
For Winter had thrown his icy chain
Across that gushing brook.
March 1st, 1836.H.
March 1st, 1836.H.
March 1st, 1836.H.