And he has awakened the sentry elve Who sleeps with him in the haunted tree, And call the fays to their revelry; Twelve small strokes on his tinkling bell Hither, hither wing your way! 4. They come from beds of lichen green, They creep from the mullein's velvet screen; From the silver tops of moon-touched trees, Some from the hum-bird's downy nest,- And, pillowed on plumes of his rainbow breast, With glittering ising-stars inlaid; And some had opened the four-o'clock And stole within its purple shade. And now they throng the moonlight glade,— Above, below, on every side, Their little minim forms arrayed In the tricksy pomp of fairy pride. DEFINITIONS.-1. Wěl ́kin, the vuult of heaven. Rifts, openings. 2. Whist, hushed. 3. Fays, fairies. 4. Elf'in, pertaining to fairies. 5. İşing-stärş, small pieces of mica or isinglass. Min ́im, very small. Triek'sy, artful. NOTE.-1. Crō'něst, a mountain-peak in the State of New York, on the Hudson River. 53. THE CORAL GROVE. JAMES GATES PERCIVAL was born at Berlin, Connecticut, September 15, 1795. He was graduated from Yale College, and studied medicine, but never practiced the profession. When quite young, he published his first poem, a burlesque of the manners and customs of the people of his day. He afterward wrote numerous articles, both in prose and in poetry. His poems are rich in imagination, abound in beautiful sentiments finely expressed, and have for most readers an indescribable charm. He died May 2, 1856. 1. DEEP in the wave is a coral grove, Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove; 2. The floor is of sand, like the mountain-drift, Their boughs where the tides and billows flow. 3. The water is calm and still below, For the winds and waves are absent there, 4. There, with its waving blade of green, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, To blush like a banner bathed in slaughter. 5. There, with a light and easy motion, The fan-coral sweeps through the clear, deep sea, And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea. 6. And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, 7. And when the ship from his fury flies, Where the myriad voices of Ocean roar, 8. Then, far below, in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Through the bending twigs of the coral grove. DEFINITIONS.—7. Můrk'y, dark; gloomy. Mỹr'i ad, numberless. 54. THANATOPSIS. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT was born in Hampshire County, Massachusetts, November 3, 1794. He studied at Williams College, but left before the completion of the course, in order to take up the study of the law. In 1813, when only nineteen years of age, he wrote Thanatopsis, his first poem. He afterward wrote The Death of the Flowers, A Forest Hymn, The African Chief, The Indian Girl's Lament, The Song of Marion's Men, and some others. He also translated the Iliad and the Odyssey. His poems are full of imagination and sympathy, and in beauty of expression and sublimity of thought are unsurpassed by anything of their kind in the English language. He died in 1878. 1. To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks 2. 3. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, To Nature's teachings, while from all around— Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements,To be a brother to the insensible rock, And to the sluggish clod which the rude swain Turns with his share and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad and pierce thy mould. 4. Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone; nor couldst thou wish 5. Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, the vales In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green, and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, 6. So shalt thou rest; and what if thou withdraw |