And the vessels, slowly gliding Down the river to the bay, Show on spreading sheets of canvas Tints that change from red to gray. SUNSET ON THE KEKOUGHTON RIVER. Now the brooding silence deepens, And the scene is one of rest, As the wrecked day drifts down grandly On yon rugged coast of Cloudland III THE GREENWOOD. O, WHEN 't is summer weather, The waters clear is humming round, And the leaves are waving green, O, then 't is sweet, In some retreat, To hear the murmuring dove, With those whom on earth alone we love, And to wind through the greenwood together. But when 't is winter weather, And grasses grieve, And friends deceive, And rain and sleet The lattice beat, O, then 'tis sweet To sit and sing Of the friends with whom, in the days of spring, We roamed through the greenwood together. WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES |