IN pleasant shade I walk, while sunshine lies
On many a distant slope,
And far above me, gold-green summits rise,
Like steadfast towers of Hope.
My hands are full of wreath?d bryony,
And bracken from the hill;
And sated with the beauty that I see
My very heart is still.
Lonely I step o’er this elastic sod;
All living things are dumb;
But whispering of heights I have not trod
The mountain breezes come.
Only a little while my heart can rest,
A little while forget
The rugged paths to many a sun-lit crest
That must be mounted yet.
Take, wild fresh winds, my fading flowers and fern;
These joys I may not keep:
Sweet slumberous glade, farewell! When I return,
It will be time for sleep.
(Constance Naden)
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