And, when the second morning shone, Took marvelous shapes; strange domes and towers Or garden wall, or belt of wood; A smooth white mound the brush-pile showed, A fenceless drift what once was road; The bridle-post an old man sat With loose-flung coat and high cocked hat; The well-curb had a Chinese roof; And even the long sweep, high aloof, In its slant splendor, seemed to tell A path to the barn is next cleared by the boys, and the reception they meet with from its brute occupants described. The storm continues throughout the day, and As night drew on, and, from the crest 2680124 MANUAL OF AMERICAN LITERATU While radiant with a mimic flame And through the bare-boughed lilac-tree Whispered the old rhyme: "Under the tree, There the witches are making tea." (Since He who knows our need is just), That somehow, somewhere, meet we must. Wrought puzzles out, and riddles told, Or stammered from our school-book lore, "The chief of Gambia's golden shore.” Our mother, while she turned her wheel MANUAL OF AMERICAN LITERATUR How the time for a week or more is whiled awa described, and the poem closes musingly thus: 1867 appeared The Tent on the Beach, and Other Poems. (the main poem) is an idyl of the sea-shore, and in neral plan is similar to Longfellow's Tales of a Way in. When heats as of a tropic clime Burned all our inland valleys through, Three friends, the guests of summer-time, Pitched their white tents where sea-winds blew. one, whose Arab face was tanned tropic sun and boreal frost, aveled there was scarce a land people left him to exhaust. rested there, escaped awhile s the lotus of the Nile drink the poppies of Cathay,g their loads of custom down, rift-weed, on the sand-slopes brown, à the sea-waves drown the restless pack ies, claims, and needs that barked upon their track. |