164 FROM A MIDDLESEX GARDEN 



breathe the air of another world. They are the steps of the 

 ladder by which we may climb there. Still may be found 

 these scenes "not wholly in the busy world, nor quite beyond 

 it." My heart is filled with happiness, my brain weaves 

 pleasant fancies born of these pictures painted by the hand 

 of evening as I wander homewards in the lingering light of 

 June. 



Fall shadows cool 



On slumbering pool, 

 The golden sunbeams muster 



Upon the breast 



Of lake, where rest, 

 Lilies in snowy cluster. 



Come row with me, 



By vale and lea, 

 By green and verdant meadows, 



'Neath arching trees, 



Where cool the breeze, 

 Plays 'mid the dancing shadows. 



Noon-weary bird 



Hath song deferred 

 Until the sun's declining ; 



Soon in the west, 



To tell of rest, 

 The eve-star will be shining. 



By leafy shore, 



Come, dip the oar, 

 The noontide silence breaking ; 



Wait not till light 



Hath taken flight, 

 And eventide be waking. 



