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

RutHed its hoary top in the fresh breezes, Glancing in light, like spray on a green billow.

Or the fine frost work which young winter freezes, When first his power in infant pastime trying, Congeals sad autunm's tears on the dead branches lyinj.

From rocks aroiuid hung the loose ivy danglin"-,

And la the clefts sumach of liveliest green, Bright rising-stars the little beach was spangling.

The gold-cap sorrel from his gauzy screen, Shunc like a fairy, enchased and beaded, Left on some morn, when light flash'd in their eyes unheeded.

The hum-bird shook his sun-touched wings around.

The blue-finch carolled in the still retreat; The antic squirrel capca-d on the ground.

Where lichens made a carpet for his feet. Through the transparent waves, tlie ruddy minkle Shot up in glinmiering sparks, liis red fins tiny twinkle.

There were the dark cedars, with loose mossv tresses

White-powdcr'd d')g trees, and stiff holiies Haunting, Gaudy as rustics in their May-day dresses,

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Blue pellorets from purple leaves upslanting A modest gaze, like eyes of a j'ouag maiden Shining beneath dropp'd lids the evening of her -^s-edding.

The breeze fresh springing from the lip3 of morn, Kissiug the leaves, and sighing so to loose 'em,

The winding of the merry locust's horn. The glad spring gushing from the rock's bare bosom ;