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I sat me down upon a green bank-side,
Skirting the smooth edge of a gentle river, Whose waters seemed unwillingly to glide,
Like parting friends who linger while they sever; Enforced to go, yet seeming still unready, Backward they wind their way in many a wistful eddy. Gray o'er my head the yellow-vested willow
Ruffled its hoary top in the fresh breezes,
Or the fine frostwork which young winter freezes,
From rocks around hung the loose ivy dangling,
And in the clefts sumach of liveliest green, Bright ising-stars the little beach was spangling,
The gold-cup sorrel from his gauzy screen Shone like a fairy crown, enchased and beaded, Left on some morn, when light flashed in their eyes unheeded.
The humbird shook his sun-touched wings around,
The bluefinch caroll'd in the still retreat;
Where lichens made a carpet for his feet :
There were dark cedars with loose mossy tresses,
White powdered dog-trees, and stiff hollies flaunting
Blue pelloret from purple leaves upslanting
The breeze fresh springing from the lips of morn,
Kissing the leaves, and sighing so to lose 'em, The winding of the merry locust's horn,
The glad spring gushing from the rock's bare bosom: Sweet sights, sweet sounds, all sights, all sounds excelling, Oh! 'twas a ravishing spot formed for a poet's dwelling.
And did I leave thy loveliness, to stand
Again in the dull world of earthly blindness?
Sick of smooth looks, agued with icy kindness ?
Yet I will look upon thy face again,
My own romantic Bronx, and it will be
Thy waves are old companions, I shall see
Is thy heart weary of unfeeling men,
And chilled with the world's ice? Then come with me, And I will bring thee to a pleasant glen
Lovely and lonely. There we'll sit, unviewed
With their own mutual throb. For wild and rude
To poison our free thoughts, and mar our solitude !
No fellowship with nature's loneliness ;
The frozen wave reflects not back the gold
The rock lies cold in sunshine—not the power
ON LOOKING AT HIS PORTRAIT BY WEIR.
COOPER, whose name is with his country's woven,
First in her files, her PIONEER of mind-
And throned her in the senate-hall of nations,
Robed like the deluge rainbow, heaven-wrought; Magnificent as his own mind's creations,
And beautiful as its green world of thought:
And faithful to the Act of Congress, quoted
As law authority, it passed nem. con. :
The most enlightened people ever known.
That all our week is happy as a Sunday
In Paris, full of song, and dance, and laugh ; And that, from Orleans to the Bay of Fundy,
There's not a bailiff or an epitaph.
And furthermore-in fifty years, or sooner,
We shall export our poetry and wine; And our brave fleet, eight frigates and a schooner, Will
sweep the seas from Zembla to the Line.
If he were with me, King of Tuscarora !
Gazing, as I, upon thy portrait now,
Its eye's dark beauty, and its thoughtful brow
Its brow, half martial and half diplomatic,
Its eye, upsoaring like an eagle's wings; Well might he boast that we, the Democratic,
Outriyal Europe, even in our Kings!
For thou wast monarch born. Tradition's pages
Tell not the planting of thy parent tree, But that the forest tribes have bent for ages
To thee, and to thy sires, the subject knee.
Thy name is princely—if no poet's magic
Could make Red Jacket grace an English rhyme, Though some one with a genius for the tragic Hath introduced it in a pantomime,