Maxioms by William Cullen Bryant
The rugged trees are mingling
Their flowery sprays in love;
The ivy climbs the laurel
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The rugged trees are mingling
Their flowery sprays in love;
The ivy climbs the laurel
To clasp the boughs above.
The moon is at her full, and riding high,
Floods the calm fields with light.
The airs read more
The moon is at her full, and riding high,
Floods the calm fields with light.
The airs that hover in the summer sky
Are all asleep to-night.
Come when the rains
Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,
While the slant read more
Come when the rains
Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,
While the slant sun of February pours
Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach!
The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps
And the broad arching portals of the grove
Welcome thy entering.
A sculptor wields
The chisel, and the stricken marble grows
To beauty.
A sculptor wields
The chisel, and the stricken marble grows
To beauty.
Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
