BBOOOMS OF THE BERRY.



              IV.

Dart on, 0 buoyant swallow!
  Kiis leaves and willing rose!
Whose musk the sly winds follow,
  Ar.d bee that booming goes;-
But in this quiet hollow
  I'll walk, which no one knows.

               V.

None save the moon that shineth
  At night through rifted trees;
The lonely flower that twineth
  Frail blooms that no one sees;
The whippoorwill that pineth;
  Th sad, sweet-swaying breeze;

              VI.

The lone white stars that glitter;
  The stream's complaining wave;
Gray bats that dodge and flitter;
  Black crickets hid that rave;
And -ne whose life is bitter,
  And one white head stone grave.



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