She speaks. On we pass; we rippling pass, On sunset waters still as glass. A vesper-sparrow flies above Soft twittering to its woodland love. A whippoorwill now calls afar; And 'gainst the west, like some swift star, A glittering jay flies screaming. Slim The sand-snipes and king-fishers skim Before us; and some evening thrush— [Pg 42] Who may discover where such sing?— The silence rinses with a gush Of mellow music bubbling. He speaks. On we pass.—Now let us oar To yonder strip of ragged shore, Where, from a rock with lichens hoar, A ferny spring wells. Gliding by The sulphur-colored firefly
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