82 NATURE-STUDY REVIEW [16:2— Feb., 1920 



Still as in the vanished days 

 All thy glades with joy are ringing 

 And a vibrant choir is singing 

 Springtime's sweetest roundelays, 

 When the shadbush sheds its snow 

 Of vernal bloom, on thee below, 

 Cascadilla. 



Still the alder spreads it shade 

 Where the busy beaver felling 

 Tree and sapling reared its dwelling, 

 And a dam across thee made, 

 Still the rushes in the fen 

 Grow beside thee, now as then, 

 Cascadilla. 



I have sought the upland mead, 

 Where thy course is unpretending, 

 Sought and found a joy unending 

 Roaming where they waters lead, 

 On through ever changing leas, 

 Into newer Arcadies, 

 Cascadilla. 



Goldenrod and jewel weed 

 Flank thee, and the evening primrose 

 Blooms, and many a drooping limb grows 

 Sheltering over sedge and reed; 

 Rock with softest moss veneer, 

 Part thy rushing waters clear, 

 Cascadilla 



Or where banks imperious raise 

 Tree bedecked, in ramparts stately 

 I have stood and marvelled greatly, 

 Gazing on thy cliffs ablaze, 

 Autumn's myriad beauty, spread, 

 Inverted on thy mirrored bed, 

 Cascadilla. 



Silvery o'er thy bed of shale 

 Send thy spring-borne burden pouring, 

 God hath laid thine ancient flooring 

 Truly in a chosen vale ; 

 Eager yet to come and go, 

 Thou sweet stream, forever flow, 

 Cascadilla ! 



