To Estelle
Come out upon the dewy hills, sweet friend,
And let us study Nature’s changeful face.
Look how the sun’s last rays harmonious blend,
Folding the woodlands in a warm embrace;
Each glowing leaf, stirred by the evening breeze,
Gleams with prismatic hues; crimson and gold,
Purple and azure seem the waving trees;
The mists their silvery vapors have unrolled,
And hover o’er the river’s troubled breast, -
River, that ‘midst such deep and calm repose
Forever murmurs with a sad unrest,
Like human hearts o’erburdened with life’s woes.
But see – bright messenger of Heaven, queen of the summer skies,
Filling the earth with loveliness – the Harvest-Moon arise.
Come out upon the dewy hills, sweet friend,
And let us study Nature’s changeful face.
Look how the sun’s last rays harmonious blend,
Folding the woodlands in a warm embrace;
Each glowing leaf, stirred by the evening breeze,
Gleams with prismatic hues; crimson and gold,
Purple and azure seem the waving trees;
The mists their silvery vapors have unrolled,
And hover o’er the river’s troubled breast, -
River, that ‘midst such deep and calm repose
Forever murmurs with a sad unrest,
Like human hearts o’erburdened with life’s woes.
But see – bright messenger of Heaven, queen of the summer skies,
Filling the earth with loveliness – the Harvest-Moon arise.