Chocorua's tenants (1895) (14751903552)

Identifier: chocoruastenants00boll (find matches)
Title: Chocorua's tenants
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Bolles, Frank, 1856-1894
Subjects: Birds in literature. (from old catalog)
Publisher: Boston and New York, Houghton and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress



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tell you of the lover. Then will pass the restless north windThrough the humble bending spruces,Leaving loneliness and mystery —Sky so wide and earth so distantFar below the trees are blendedLike sea waves on dim horizons;Lost in distance is the village,Lost the hum of life and labor,Lost the murmur of the river, 54 Monk and Nun Lost the sense of human presence.Close above the clouds are sailing,Wafted out across the etherFrom the peaks which guard the West-land,Towards the plain which holds the ocean. Northward range on range of mountains,Ragged-edged with balsam forests,Stand like ranks of mighty soldiersWith their bayonets uplifted.Hush ! The north wind has departed,Quiet reigns upon the mountain.From the grove of spruces yonderComes a song of primal sweetness,Every note is long and tender,Held, drawn out, like words of part-ing.T is the nun within her abbeySinging of the life of virtue.Hark ! Beyond that riven boulder,Poised upon the crags steep border,Rises heavenward a gloria.
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o Monk and Nun 55 Every note is full of gladness —T is the monk within his cloisterPouring out his adoration.Quickly ask them, ere the north windComes again to mar the quiet,Who it is that wooes the maiden,Who may be the sweet lakes lover.Ah ! What is it that they answer ?Yes, they know but will not tell you.Journey back into the valley,Shun the red fox and the aspens,Shun the tattling pines and north wind;Seek the lake herself at sunset,Float upon her placid surface,Look within her heart at twilight,Ask her if she has a lover ? Downward over thorny ledges,Downward past the tittering aspens,Heeding not the sneaking red fox,Heeding not the tattling pine-trees,Downward to the sandy marginWhence with paddle swiftly plying, w 56 Monk and Nun Out upon the lakes broad surface,Strong arms send the light boat flying. Now the sun has met the forest, Now the breeze has sighed and slumbered, Now the whip-poor-will is calling, Now at last the lake is placid. Suddenly within the waters Seems to