...comest not when violets lean, O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, O'er columbines in purple drest, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. ' Thou waitest...and shortening days portend The aged year is near its end. ' Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue— blue— as...

...openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night ; Thoa comest not when violets lean 0 er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines,...that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.' These lines evince clearly enough that Bryant had a special gift for natural description. The last...

...comest not when violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple drest, Thou waitest late, and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frost and shortening days portend The aged year is near its end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye,...

...comest not when violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple drest, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest...and shortening days portend The aged year is near its end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as...

...comest not when violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple drest, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest...and shortening days portend The aged year is near its end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as...

...not when violets lean, O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, O'er columbines, in purple drest, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest...and shortening days portend The aged year is near its end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue— as...

...eolumbine*, in purple drest, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden ne<(. f Thou waitest late, and eom'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And...and shortening days portend The aged year is near its end. Then doth thy nreet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue— as...

...O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines in purple drest, Nod o'er the ground bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When...and shortening days portend The aged year is near its end, Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as...

...when the violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen ; When columbines, in purple drestj Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest : Thou waitest...are flown ; And frosts and shortening days portend Tin • aged year is near its end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the...

...woods are bare and birds are Sown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near its end. " Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue— blue—as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall. " I would that thus, when I shall see...