GENIUS LOCI.



Pray!-then to dream where thou didst dream before,
  Benevolent!  . here where the veiny leaves
  Bask broad the fuzzy bosoms of their hands
O'er wistful waters: 'neath this sycamore,
  Smooth, giraffe-brindled, where each ripple weaves
  A twinkling quiver as of marching bands

                         III.
Of Elfin chivalry, that, helmed with gold,
  Split spilled the scaley sunbeams wrinkled off.
What brought thee here -This wind that steals the old
  Weird legends from the forests, with a scoff
To laugh them thro' their beards  Or, in those weeds,
The hermit brook so busy with his beads -
How many Aves, Paters doth he say
  In one droned minute on his rosary
  Of bubbles-wot'st thou  -Pucker-eyed didst mark
Yon lank hag-tapers, yellow by yon way,
  A haggard company of seven -See
  How dry swim by such curled brown bits of bark 

                         IV.
Didst mark the ghostly gold of this grave, still,
  Conceited minnow thro' these twisted roots,
Thrust o'er the smoky topaz of this rill,
  Dull-slumbering here  Or did those insect flutes-



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