Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер)

A Forest Sunset

Once on a glorious and resplendent eve,
Through copse and underwood my path I broke;
The shining sun was on the point to leave,
And flashed through thickets of the pine and oak;
'Twas sweet to see those vari-coloured rays
Come pouring through the coverts silently;
Through little fluttering loop-holes, set ablaze,
Or blinkt, at will, by shifting of an eye;
That evening's charms were rich and manifold,
Beyond the reach of my best utterance;
'Twas some kind Providence, no common chance,
Which made mine eyes wink at those wells of gold
Sprung in the glooming leafage, while the dance
Of wilding-boughs was pleasant to behold.

1. Silkworms and Spiders
2. The Buoy-Bell
3. The Lion’s Skeleton
4. Calvus to a Fly
5. The Hydraulic Ram, or The Influence of Sound on Mood

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