In July.
I. Oh, for a deep-shaded spot where the shadows cool Are hid from the rays of the glaring sun, And the sparkling waters from a limped pool O'er the gleaming pebbles in ripples run! II. Where the sloping banks are with verdure clad, And the hoary cliffs with moss o'ergrown, And the tangled vine and the wildflowers pad The fallen trunk and the hidden stone! III. Where the song that wells from a feathered throat The echoes repeat again and again, And the drifted sedge and the bubbles float O'er the glassy depths of a miniature main! IV. Where the willows dip in the edge of the stream, And sway and nod in the passing breeze, And a feller could tranquilly rest and dream Of a howling blizzard and a good hard freeze!
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