A VISION OF THE HOUSATONIC.
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Nor think that Nature saves her bloom
And slights her new domain;
For us she wears her court costume;
Look on its queenly train!
And slights her new domain;
For us she wears her court costume;
Look on its queenly train!
The lily with the sprinkled dots,
Brands of the noontide beam;
The cardinal, and the blood-red spots,
Its double in the stream,
Brands of the noontide beam;
The cardinal, and the blood-red spots,
Its double in the stream,
As if some wounded eagle's breast.
Slow throbbing o'er the plain,
Had left its airy path impressed
In drops of scarlet rain.
Slow throbbing o'er the plain,
Had left its airy path impressed
In drops of scarlet rain.
And hark! and hark! the woodland rings;
There thrilled the thrush's soul:
And look! and look! those lightning wings—
The fire-plumed oriole!
There thrilled the thrush's soul:
And look! and look! those lightning wings—
The fire-plumed oriole!
Above, the hen-hawk swims and swoops,
Flung from the bright blue sky;
Below, the robin hops and whoops
His little Indian cry.
Flung from the bright blue sky;
Below, the robin hops and whoops
His little Indian cry.
The beetle on the wave has brought
A pattern all his own,
Shaped like the razor-breasted yacht
To England not unknown!
A pattern all his own,
Shaped like the razor-breasted yacht
To England not unknown!
Beauty runs virgin in the woods,
Robed in her rustic green,
And oft a longing thought intrudes,
As if we might have seen
Robed in her rustic green,
And oft a longing thought intrudes,
As if we might have seen
Her every finger's every joint
Kinged with some golden line;
Poet whom Nature did anoint!
Had our young home been thine.
Kinged with some golden line;
Poet whom Nature did anoint!
Had our young home been thine.
