Poems (Dorr)/A Picture
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A PICTURE
A lovely bit of dappled greenShut in the circling hills between,While farther off blue mountains standLike giant guards on either hand.
The quiet road in still reposeFollows where'er the river flows;And in and out it glides along,Enchanted by the rippling song.
Afar, I see the steepled townFrom yonder hillside looking down;And sometimes, when the south wind swells,Hear the faint chiming of its bells.
But under these embowering trees,Lulled by the hum of droning bees,The old brown farmhouse seems to sleep,So calm its rest is and so deep.
Yonder, beside the rustic bridge,From which the path climbs yonder ridge,The lazy cattle seek the shadeBy the umbrageous willows made.
The sky is like a hollow pearl,Save where warm sunset clouds unfurlTheir flaming colors. Lo! a star,Even as I gaze, gleams forth afar!