FOREST SCENE.
I know a forest vast and old,
A shade so deep, so darkly green,
That morning sends her shaft of gold
In vain to pierce its leafy screen.
I know a brake where sleeps the fawn,
The soft-eyed fawn, through noon's repose,
For noon with all the calm of dawn
Lies hushed beneath those dewy boughs.
A shade so deep, so darkly green,
That morning sends her shaft of gold
In vain to pierce its leafy screen.
I know a brake where sleeps the fawn,
The soft-eyed fawn, through noon's repose,
For noon with all the calm of dawn
Lies hushed beneath those dewy boughs.
Oh! proudly there the forest kings
Their banners lift on vale and mount;
And cool and fresh the wild grass springs
By lonely path, by sylvan fount;
Their banners lift on vale and mount;
And cool and fresh the wild grass springs
By lonely path, by sylvan fount;
