Into the woods my Master went,
Sidney Lanier
For ever wave, for ever float and shine
He's fast asleep. See how, O Wife,
To-day the woods are trembling through and through
What heartache -- ne'er a hill!
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon
In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know
I. -- Red.
Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,
From the German of Herder.
Oft seems the Time a market-town
My soul is like the oar that momently
A Story of Christmas Eve.
Chapter I.
or, The First Steamboat up the Alabama.
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay;
Joust First.