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 NO. 196 5UM/AEK .5TREEX 
 
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IVITH A PRESSED FLOWER. 
 This little flower from afar 
 
 Hath come from other lands to thine; 
 For, once, its white and drooping star 
 
 Could see its shadow in the Rhine. 
 Perchance some fair-haired German maid 
 
 Hath pi uc lied one from ti)e self-same stalk. 
 And numbered over, half afraid. 
 
 Its petals in her evening walk. 
 'He loves me, loves me not." she cries; 
 
 " He loves me more than earth or Heaven." 
 Ami then glad tears have tilled her eves 
 
 To find the number wis uneven. 
 So, Love, mr heart doth wander forth 
 
 To farthest lands beyond the sea . 
 And search the fairest spots of earth 
 
 To find sweet flowers of thought for tliee. 
 
 
 
APPLEDORE. 
 
 How looks Appledore in a storm ? 
 I have seen it when its craa[s seemed frantic. 
 Butting against the maddened Atlantic, 
 
 When surge after surge would heap enorme 
 Cliffs of Emerald topped with snow, 
 That lifted and lifted and then let go 
 
 A great white avalanche of thunder. 
 A grinding, bli)iiing, deafening ire 
 
 Monadnoch might have trembled under. 
 
 
 
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GREEN MOUNTAINS. 
 
 Ye mountains, that far off lift up your heads, 
 Seen dindv through your canopies of blue. 
 The shade of my unrestful spirit sheds 
 Distance-created beauty over you ; 
 I am not well content with this far view ; 
 How may I know what foot of loved-one treads 
 Your rocks moss-grown and sun-dried torrent beds? 
 We should love all things better, if we knew 
 What claims the meanest have upon our hearts : 
 Perchance even now some eye, that would be bright 
 To meet my own, looks on your mist-robed forms ; 
 Perchance your grandeur a deep joy imparts 
 To souls tihit have encircled mine with light — 
 O brother-heart , with thee my spirit warms ! 
 
 
 
 
A REVERIE. 
 
 Ill the t-wili^ht deep and silent Then I rise and wander slowlv 
 
 Comes thy spirit unto mine, To the headland by the sea, 
 
 When the moonlight and the star/iabt lVI}en the evening star throbs settin» 
 
 Over cliff and woodland sljine. Through the cloudv cedar tree. 
 
 And tlie quiver of Hk river And from under, mellow thunder 
 
 Seems a thrill of joy benign. Of the surf comes fitfully. 
 
 Then within my soul I feel thee 
 Like a gleam of other years. 
 Visions of my childhood murmur 
 Their old madness in mv ears. 
 Till the pleasance of thv presence 
 Cools my heart with blissful tears. 
 
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THE BOBOLINK. 
 
 Upon a tuft of meadow grass, 
 While thy loved-one tends the nest, 
 Thou swayest as the breezes pass, 
 Unburthening thine o'erfiill breast 
 Of the crowded songs that fill it. 
 Just as joy may choose to will it. 
 Lord of thy love and liberty. 
 The blithest bird of merry May. 
 Thou turnest thy bright eyes on me. 
 That say as plain as eyes can say — 
 'Here sit we, here in the summer weather, 
 I and my modest mate together : 
 IVhatever your wise tJmughts may be. 
 Under that gloomy old pine tree. 
 We do not value tl)em a feather." 
 
 

TO THE EVENING STAR. 
 
 When we hcivs once said lowly " Eveiiiiig-Sfdr ! " 
 Words give no more —for, in thy silver pride, 
 Thou sbiiiesf as nought else can shine beside : 
 The thick smoke, coiling round the sootv bar 
 Forever, and the customed lamp-light mar 
 The stillness of my thought — seeing things glide 
 So samely : — then. I ope my windows wide, 
 And ga;y_e in peace to where thou shin'st afar, 
 The wind that comes across the faint-white snow 
 So freshly, and the river dimlv seen, 
 Seem like new things that never had been so 
 Before ; and thou art bright as thou hast been 
 Since thy white rays put sweetness in the eyes 
 Of the first souls that loved in Paradise. 
 
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