THE ARROW-HEAD. 



I hear the wind among the trees 

 Playing celestial symphonies; 

 I see the branches downward bent, 

 Like keys of some great instrument. 



And over me unrolls on high 

 The splendid scenery of the sky, 

 Where through a sapphire sea the sun 

 Sails like a golden galleon. 



Towards yonder cloudland in the West, 

 Towards yonder Islands of the Blest, 

 Whose steep sierra far uplifts 

 Its craggy summits white with drifts. 



Longfellow. 



