Excerpt from Love's Way and Other Poems Proem Sweet is the hour; the hush of evening lies Upon the lovely vale; the river's plaint No answering sighs repeat, Save when a wandering zephyr faint Amid the tufted pines replies, Or when the humming-bird her supper sweet Seeks in the woodbine of my rustic porch. Already from the mountains there descends A cooler atmosphere, a hint of dew; Soon will the sun's far-flaming torch, That brands with such a sanguinary hue Yon fairy flock of clouds, be hid from sight; Now, ere sweet Mother Night Her wand of slumber waves, and every flower Bows its fair head, behold! my wingèd friends, The merry swallows, at their wonted hour, With cheerful cries their mazy games pursue. Ye twittering rompers, that from infancy I still have loved; ye chevy-chasing crew, In orange clad and blue, That prattle at your pretty play With such a winsome glee, A boon I beg of you. 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.