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Wild little hearts, that throb unknown Save to the fondling winds alone, Bright eyes, that sparkle free of fear, O earth is sweet, and life is dear! WILD AT LITTLE HEARTS THAT THROB UNKNOWN SAVE TO THE FONDLING WINDS ALONE BRIGHT EYES THAT SPARKLE FREE OF FEAR O EARTH IS SWEET AND LIFE IS DEAR
m of bees in clover, And from the maples, glad and clear, The first red-robin lover. A mock spring laughs in mocking skies, (O little buds, be wary!) And masking in sweet April’s guise The youthful year makes merry. _MORNING ON THE MOUNTAIN_ Upon the gray crags, steep and sheer, The columbines’ gold tassels swing, And wind-flowers cling, Where, lightly poised, the mountain deer Drink in the dewy atmosphere In long, deep draughts of sun and spring; From haunts that know no hunter’s snare The hermit-thrush and wood-dove wing, Whilst through green openings squirrels fare And here and there Great, silvery moths go fluttering. Along the valley, in a trail Of purple light, the mist clouds sail, And, soft and pale As wreaths of newly risen smoke, They wrap the red-wood trees and veil The topmost crests of pine and oak, And balsam boughs and juniper Wherethrough the west winds faintly stir The underwood, and gently stroke The tall young ferns, and smooth the fur Of countless happy forest-folk.  MOURNING ON THE MOUNTAIN BY EVELEEN STEIN READ FOR LIBER BOX DOT ORGED BY LARRY WILSON UPON THE GRAY CRAGS STEEP AND SHEER THE COLUMBINES GOLD TASSELS SWING AND WINDFLOWERS CLING WHERE LIGHTLY POISE THE MOUNTAIN DEER DRINK IN DEWY ATMOSPHERE IN LONG DREAM DRAUGHTS OF SUN AND SPRING FROM HAUNTS THAT KNOW NO HUNTER SNARE THE HERMIT THRUSH AND WOOD DOVE WING WHILST THROUGH GREEN OPENINGS SQUIRRELS FARE AND HERE AND THERE GREAT SILVERY MOTHS GO FLUTTERING ALONG THE VALLEY IN A TRAIL OF PURPLE LIGHT THE MIST CLOUDS SAIL AND SOFT AND PALE AS WREATHS OF NEWLY RISEN SMOKE THEY WRAP THE RED WOOD TREES AND VEIL THE TOPMOST CRESTS OF PINE AND OAK AND BALSA BOUGHS IN JUNIPER WHERE THROUGH THE WEST WINDS FAINTLY STIR THE UNDERWOOD AND GENTLY STROKE THE TALL YOUNG FERNS AND SMOOTH THE FUR OF COUNTLESS HAPPY FOREST FOLK
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