Excerpt from Poems We went alone, and near a rocky stream, That through twelve silver birches, fluttering gold, Ran tawny-topaz, found the solitude That lovers long desire. Rough boulders lay Couched on the daisied grass in sun and shade, Like cattle resting in the noon, and seemed To listen to the tidings that the brook Told of the hill-tops where its springs were green. One alder, midst these white-limbed maidens, gnarled And wrinkled as a mountain dwarf, stretched out His knotted fingers o'er the bank and made Between them seats, wherein we sat, embraced By Joy and Love. 'with What glad noise, ' I said, This stream and all the hills that feed it hail Your presence 5 all their life is yours, and you Are, like them, Nature's daughter.' About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.