Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE DEEP TANGLED WILDWOOD. Cone-hung pine-tops gently swaying High o'er pink arbutus gems ; Red-barked birchlings, lithe, a-straying From age-silvered parent stems ; Soft-furred pussy willows sleeping, Alder thickets, brake embossed, All in kinship bound by creeping Round-leafed green briar, emerald-glossed. Here when Spring unwraps amid a Sense-entrancing, perfumed gale, Jack-in-pulpits prim consider On the lilies of the vale ; Stars of Bethlehem a-twinkling In a green, moss-clouded sky, Where a tiny brook goes tinkling, And the ferns dwell, frail and shy. Here the cat-bird's loud locution Midst the sweet azalea's spray Warns inquisitive intrusion From its bowered nest away. Here when evening drapes its umber Bob Whites to the firs repair, Sharing secrecy and slumber With the silent-footed hare. Here are berry bushes weighted In late Summer's ripening hours ; Twining grape-vines purple-freighted High o'erhang the leafy showers ; Acorns rattle from the white oak ; All for Nature's little men ;— Autumn's orchard to delight folk, Dwellers of the glebe and glen. chapter{Section 4PRISCILLA. Sitting spinning in the gloaming of the quaint old long ago, Hearts a-winning with the homing to thy cheeks of healthy glow, Maiden of the Pilgrim training, in fair Fancy's hall of art, In no tints be-marred or waning, hangs thy picture all apart. High above thee, herb-hung rafter, odorous of Summer fields, Echoes back thy cheery laughter, when to mirth thy musing yields ; Or, when through the open door-way, from thy distaff strays thy glance, Off upon a pensive foray, far away, mayhap, as France. Though the forest shadows slanting, almost reach the oaken sill, And the plaintive call, enchanting, may not be th...