I broke the spell that held me long, …
William Cullen Bryant
Oh fairest of the rural maids! …
The time has been that these wild solitudes, …
They talk of short-lived pleasure–be it so– …
It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk …
To him who in the love of Nature holds …
Oh, slow to smite and swift to spare, …
Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou …
These are the gardens of the Desert, these …
Stand here by my side and turn, I pray, …
When beechen buds begin to swell, …
Whither, 'midst falling dew, …
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, …