" Come ye into the summer woods ; 

 There entereth no annoy , 

 All greenly wave the chestnut leaves. 

 And the earth is full of joy. 



" I cannot tell ymt half the sights 

 Of beauty you may see. 

 The bursts of golden sunshine. 

 And many a shady tree." 



Mary Howitt. 



" The green trees 

 Partake the deep contentment ; as they bend 

 To the soft winds, the sun from the blue sky 

 Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene. 

 Scarce less the cleft-born wild flower seems to enjoy 

 Existence than the wingkd plunderer 

 That sucks its sweets. Tlie mossy rocks themselves. 

 And the old and ponderous trunks of prostrate trees 

 That lead from knoll to knoll a causey rude 

 Or bridge the sunken brook, and their dark roots 

 With all their earth upon them, twisting high. 

 Breathe fixed tranquillity. The rivulet 

 Sends forth glad sounds, and tripping o'er its bed 

 Of pebbly sands, or leaping down the rocks. 

 Seems, with continuous laughter, to rejoice 

 In its own being." 



Bryant. 



