The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 20, Pages 505-506
THE MEETING OF THE BROTHERS.*[1]
His early days
Were with him in his heart.—Wordsworth.
The voices of two forest-boys
In years when hearts entwine,
Had fill'd with childhood's merry noise
A valley of the Rhine:
To rock and stream that sound was known,
Gladsome as hunter's bugle-tone.
The sunny laughter of their eyes
There had each vineyard seen;
Up every cliff whence eagles rise
Their bounding step had been;
Ay! their bright youth a glory threw
O er the wild place wherein they grew.
- ↑ * For the tale on which this little poem is founded, see "L'Hermite en Italie."
