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 | An idyl of work |  |
O that first burst of beauty from the shore
Of Winnepesaukee, where the mountains lay
Floating, a chain of ever-varying pearls
In shifting light and shadow! It was like
The Book of Revelation, Esther said;
The vision of a new heaven and new earth;
Gleams of the Bride's celestial jewelry,
From the white City of God. But Eleanor
Sat still, as one entranced, her dove-like eyes
Filled with unutterable light.
They stayed
An evening and a morning by the Lake,
Among the tangled sweet-briers of the steep,
Where, sitting upon fern-wreathed rocks, they saw
The low sun redden against Ossipee,
The white moon's shadow drift like a canoe
Among innumerable islands green;
And all the water's glory, fading, blend
At last into one wavering spectacle,
Commingling islands, billows, hills, and sky.
Of Winnepesaukee, where the mountains lay
Floating, a chain of ever-varying pearls
In shifting light and shadow! It was like
The Book of Revelation, Esther said;
The vision of a new heaven and new earth;
Gleams of the Bride's celestial jewelry,
From the white City of God. But Eleanor
Sat still, as one entranced, her dove-like eyes
Filled with unutterable light.
They stayed
An evening and a morning by the Lake,
Among the tangled sweet-briers of the steep,
Where, sitting upon fern-wreathed rocks, they saw
The low sun redden against Ossipee,
The white moon's shadow drift like a canoe
Among innumerable islands green;
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At last into one wavering spectacle,
Commingling islands, billows, hills, and sky.
| An idyl of work | |