I WEEP While gazing on thy modest face, The beautiful and young, that while their path AN AMERICAN FOREST SPRING. BY A. B. STREET. Now fluttering breeze-now stormy blast, "Tis changed!-above, black vapours roll, And seek the blazing hearth. Hark, that sweet carol! with delight And Nature, in her brightening looks, Tells that her flowers, and leaves, and brooks, And birds, will soon be ours. AN AMERICAN FOREST SPRING. 271 A few soft sunny days have shone, The air has lost its chill, A bright green tinge succeeds the brown Off to the woods- —a pleasant scene- Though in the hollows drifts are piled, The wandering wind is sweet and mild, Where its long rings uncurls the fern, Casts back the white lid of its urn, And smile beneath Spring's wakening skies, The courier of the band Of coming flowers, what feelings sweet Gush, as the silvery gem we meet A sudden roar-a shade is cast We look up with a start, And sounding like a transient blast, O’erhead the pigeons dart; Scarce their blue glancing shapes the eye Can trace, ere, dotted on the sky, 272 AN AMERICAN FOREST SPRING. They wheel in distant flight. A chirp and swift the squirrel scours Amid the creeping vine, which spreads The bee-swarm murmurs by, and now Glances that sunny spot across, Warmer is each successive sky, More soft the breezes pass, The dogwood sheds its clusters white, The thresher whistles in the glen, Flutters around the warbling wren, And swamps have voices shrill. AN AMERICAN FOREST SPRING. 273 A simultaneous burst of leaves Has clothed the forest now, A single day's bright sunshine weaves This vivid gorgeous show. Masses of shade are cast beneath, The flowers are spread in varied wreath, Melts blooming into June! |