This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 Excerpt: ...the woodland wild. Child of the country-side was she, Gay as the birds and just as free. Arm in arm, a happy pair, Against my cheek her flaxen hair, With my hand in her hand, sun-brown, Toward the brooklet we sauntered down. Thro' the pasture, where the kine Browsed in peace, though fear of mine Made them like "Bulls ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 Excerpt: ...the woodland wild. Child of the country-side was she, Gay as the birds and just as free. Arm in arm, a happy pair, Against my cheek her flaxen hair, With my hand in her hand, sun-brown, Toward the brooklet we sauntered down. Thro' the pasture, where the kine Browsed in peace, though fear of mine Made them like "Bulls of Bashan" loom, As the air of a brave I strove to assume. Champion--Protector--Defender--these Were the names my childish heart to please, Who could harm my girl, while I, Brave as a lion, stood sternly by! How she would bless me, and love me then, Her defender, prouder than grown-up men. Still the kine in the meadow grazed, Scarcely their heads in wonder raised. Out of the bed of the babbling brook Treasures uncounted we quickly took, Pebbles, of colors rich and rare, And crystals, like diamonds shining there. Wading the shallows, with laughter soft, Turned to fear in a moment oft, Trembling in dread of the water-snake, With ashen faces, our flight we take. Crowning each other with fragrant flowers, Heedless quite of the flying hours, So passed on the happy day, Till the sun behind the farm-house lay, Then together, we backward turned, Many a thought in our bosoms burned, Many a thought that found no word, Never was spoken--never heard; Into the carriage at the door, And away, with scarce a word before; Looking back I saw her stand Waving a farewell with her hand. Oh, how often, in days gone by, Have I drawn a deep and bitter sigh, Finding the world so cold and stern, Finding my heart in sorrow yearn, For living soul, if such might be, Kind as this maiden was to me. And drawn by memory from care apart, A calm comes over my weary heart, That is the echo, thro' all the years, Of my Ellen's childish smiles and tears. AN IDYL OF SUNRISE...
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