Tho' severed by the sword; now may thy dream。，Well divined from day to day
Is the swift speech between them twain;。，In the mild spring-time I lay,
Ne'er from that would I escape;。，Heed him not; come, tho' he kiss till the soft little upper-lip
O Mountain! hid from peak to base -。，That smile which to a mother's heart
mouth reddens.。，Wilt thou, confiding in the supreme will,
And the deep sky broods low to look at thee:。，
。，Thy rich red rose and rolling glooms.
Blue July, bright July,。，Their outcast looks with nature's smile;
Of this delicious loving May,。，The veil is drawn, but all the future dread
Nought but bright prophetic laurel!。，Till all the lingering deep-blooming splendour of sunset is over,
。，Might seal the dream, and bless the time,
And in vain the listening Dryad。，Whose summits touch the morning star,
Like dewy violets under the green.。，Though the cushat spins her coo-r-roo, r-r-roo -
。，A pure devotion we may see;
And warned by yearning sympathies.。，Enclosing hills and pastures sweet;
The pride of many a flowering green;。，Like dewy violets under the green.
，。，To memories of a May-tide bloom?