...hand, there is no music in the earlier to equal that of certain stanzas of the later version. . . . Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy...gloom, spins the brown eve-jar. Darker grows the valley .... or the lovely " swaying whitebeam " music of the twenty-sixth stanza, or that even lovelier twenty-fourth...

...that pelts the flowers with hailstones Off a sunny border, she was made to bruise and bless. * * * Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy...unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve- jar. Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting : So were it with me if forgetting could...

...from formula and dogma. I have not often found a sweeter note in modern poetry than the following : Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone of the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown evejar ; Darker...

...th*it pelts the flowers with hailstones Off a sunny border, she was made to bruise and bless. * , * * x Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk Ijrt. by one large star. Lone on the fir-branf'n, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the ^loom,...

...May-cloud that pelts the flowers with hailstones Off a sunny border, she was made to bruise and bless. Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy...forgetting : So were it with me if forgetting could be will'd. Tell the grassy hollow that holds the bubbling well-spring, Tell it to forget the source that...

...sound, Of many links without a break, In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake ; M or, after sunset : while Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.86 Woods he haunted, marking how A wind sways the pines, And below Not a breath of wild air...

...scurvy; , Most, a dash between the two. Juggling Jerry. With patient inattention hear him prate. Bel Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting;...willed. Tell the grassy hollow that holds the bubbling spring, Tell it to forget the source that keeps it filled. Lone in the Valley. God's rarest blessing...

...May-cloud that pelts the flowers with hailstones Off a sunny border, she was made to bruise and bless. Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy...Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, 35 Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar. Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting...

...Heartless she is as the shadow in the meadows Flying to the hills on a blue and breezy noon ; and — Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown evejar. Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting ; and — Love that so desires would fain keep her changeless ; Fain would fling the net, and fain...

...May-cloud that pelts the flowers with hailstones Off a sunny border, she was made to bruise and bless. 32 o) then I pray you pardon me." "Nay, more (quoth the player), I can serve eve jar. 1 Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting : So were it with me if forgetting could...