Page:Pocahontas, and Other Poems.djvu/94

 FAREWELL TO A RURAL RESIDENCE.

��How beautiful it stands,

Behind its elm-tree's screen, With simple attic cornice crown'd,

All graceful and serene ; Most sweet, yet sad, it is

Upon yon scene to gaze, And list its inborn melody,

The voice of other days :

For there, as many a year

Its varied chart unroll'd, I hid me in those quiet shades,

And call'd the joys of old, I call'd them, and they came

When vernal buds appear 'd ; Or where the vine-clad summer bower

Its temple-roof uprear'd ;

Or where the o'er-arching grove Spread forth its copses green,

While eye-bright and asclepias rear'd Their untrain'd stalks between

�� �