Rise to thy heights afar, Down which the floods of glory fall and flow, Too great thy splendors are. So grow upon me slowly; sweetly break Let the pale stars keep vigil all night Till to thy morning brightness I shall wake As one from happy sleep. long. LEAN close and set thine ear against the bark; Then tell me what faint, murmurous sounds are heard: Hath not the oak stored up the song of bird, Wind of the clinging mists and gray, harsh Whisper of wind and rain-lisp? Ay, and A FLAME went flitting through the wood; Here was a marvel of their kind; Against the tender green outlined, The vision flitted to and fro. A thousand tanagers will glow. MY LITTLE NEIGHBOR My little neighbor's table 's set, He pauses on a favorite knot; Beneath the oak his feast is spread; He asks no friend to share his lot, Or dine with him on acorn bread. He keeps his whiskers trim and neat, His tail with care he brushes through; He runs about on all four feet When dining he sits up on two. He has the latest stripe in furs, I watch his home and guard his store, A cozy hollow in a tree; He often sits within his door And chatters wondrous things to me. |