AN IDYLL

I love to sit by the waterfall, And list to its laughing story, "As it fearlessly leaps o'er the rocky wall From the mountain peaks stern and hoary." 130 Or watch the spray as the colors play, When the glorious sunlight kisses, And tints confuse into rainbow hues To embellish the wild abysses.

I love the rose and the columbine, Whose delicate beauty pleases; I love the breath of the fragrant pine, As it floats on the morning breezes;

I love the sound from the depths profound, When the Thunder-God is bringing His crystal showers, to the tinted flowers, In their sweet profusion springing.

"I love the lake in the mountain's lap." 134 Without a flaw or error Recording the clouds, which the peaks enwrap, And the trees, as a crystal mirror; The wild delights of the mountain heights Thrill my breast with a keen devotion, As songbirds love the blue arch above, Or the mariner loves the ocean.