A Fragment
Dublin Core
Title
A Fragment
Subject
Nature
Creator
Yorick
Source
http://addison.vt.edu/record=b1775388~S1
Publisher
Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University
Date
April 1877
Contributor
Josh Dobbs, Jenna Zan
Rights
Permission to publish images from The Gray Jacket must be obtained from Special Collections, Virginia Tech.
Format
Text
Language
English
Type
Poem
Identifier
LD5655.V8 L4, ser.1, v.2, no.6 (April 1877), p.7
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Text
[For The Gray Jacket.]
I love to wander through the spreading grove,
Clad in the beauty of the new-born Spring
Where playful lamb-kins in the morning rove,
And flowers are gay, and birds are carolling,
While the resplendent sun-rays gently fling
The shadow of great trees across my way,
On whose rich boughs, clear-throated warblers sing,
As gentle zephyrs through the branches play,
And kiss the blushing flowers that open to the day.
I love to hear the sturdy plow-man's voice,
Or milk-maid's song that comes from 'oer the lea,
Such sounds ne'er fail to make my heart rejoice,
They are the sweetest music unto me!
I love to watch the little streams and see
The sunligh dancing on its silvery tide,
Its limped waters rippling on in glee,
Make music as they murmuringly glide,
And lave the pebbly shore, by nature beautified.
Tis sweet to view all these in lovely hours,
To gaze on nature with a poet's eye;
And walk among the dew-bespangled flowers
Ere the broad sun has glorified the sky,
Or list to early breezes as they sigh—
The song of birds, the murmuring of the streams,
All these unite in perfect harmony,
To fill our spirits with poetic dreams,
While on our soul the light of nature beams
Chester, S. C., April 3d, 1877.
I love to wander through the spreading grove,
Clad in the beauty of the new-born Spring
Where playful lamb-kins in the morning rove,
And flowers are gay, and birds are carolling,
While the resplendent sun-rays gently fling
The shadow of great trees across my way,
On whose rich boughs, clear-throated warblers sing,
As gentle zephyrs through the branches play,
And kiss the blushing flowers that open to the day.
I love to hear the sturdy plow-man's voice,
Or milk-maid's song that comes from 'oer the lea,
Such sounds ne'er fail to make my heart rejoice,
They are the sweetest music unto me!
I love to watch the little streams and see
The sunligh dancing on its silvery tide,
Its limped waters rippling on in glee,
Make music as they murmuringly glide,
And lave the pebbly shore, by nature beautified.
Tis sweet to view all these in lovely hours,
To gaze on nature with a poet's eye;
And walk among the dew-bespangled flowers
Ere the broad sun has glorified the sky,
Or list to early breezes as they sigh—
The song of birds, the murmuring of the streams,
All these unite in perfect harmony,
To fill our spirits with poetic dreams,
While on our soul the light of nature beams
Chester, S. C., April 3d, 1877.