Thursday, March 31, 2011
It Is Sweet to Linger Here
William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), The Antiquity of Freedom, lines 1-9:
Ivan Shishkin, Backwoods
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Here are old trees, tall oaks and gnarled pines,
That stream with gray-green mosses; here the ground
Was never trenched by spade, and flowers spring up
Unsown, and die ungathered. It is sweet
To linger here, among the flitting birds
And leaping squirrels, wandering brooks, and winds
That shake the leaves, and scatter, as they pass,
A fragrance from the cedars, thickly set
With pale blue berries.
