The Poetry of Nature
Hear! hear!
How the vale-bells tinkle all around
As the sweet wind shakes them—hear!
What a wild and sylvan sound!
Hear! hear!
How the soft waves talk beneath the bank!
And rush sighs to willow—hear!
The reed to the osier dank.
Hear! hear!
How the blue fly hizzes in the air
With his voice in his tiny wings—hear!
He sings at his flowery fare.
Hear! hear!
How the wood-bird murmurs in the dark,
And the distant cuckoo chimes—hear!
From the sun-cloud trills the lark.
How the vale-bells tinkle all around
As the sweet wind shakes them—hear!
What a wild and sylvan sound!
Hear! hear!
How the soft waves talk beneath the bank!
And rush sighs to willow—hear!
The reed to the osier dank.
Hear! hear!
How the blue fly hizzes in the air
With his voice in his tiny wings—hear!
He sings at his flowery fare.
Hear! hear!
How the wood-bird murmurs in the dark,
And the distant cuckoo chimes—hear!
From the sun-cloud trills the lark.
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