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Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829.

By Bennett’s Bridge

Joseph H. Nichols

THOU beautiful, romantic Dell!

Thy banks of hemlock highlands swell,

Like huge sea billows, o’er the isles

Round which the branching river smiles.

Look up! how sombre and how vast

The shadows those dark mountains cast,

Making noon twilight; or, look down

The giddy depths, so steep and brown,

Where claret waters foam and play

A tinkling tune, then dance away.

Oft, with my oak leaf basket green,

On summer holidays serene,

Along your hill-sides have I stray’d,

And, on the ground, all scarlet made,

Pick’d in full stems, as low I kneel’d,

Strawberries, rubies of the field,

Coming late home; or, in the flood,

Cool’d the warm current of my blood;

While swam the house-dog after me,

With long red tongue lapt out in glee.

’T is glorious, here, at breaking day,

To watch the orient clouds of gray

Blush crimson, as the yellow sun

Walks up to take his purple throne,

And melts to snowy mists the dew

That kiss’d, all night, each blossom’s hue,

Till, like a tumbling ocean spread,

They hide low vale and tall cliff’s head,

And many a tree’s fantastic form

Looks like some toss’d ship in a storm.

How still the scene! yet, here war’s hum

Once echoed wildly from the drum,

When waved the lily flower’s gay bloom

O’er glittering troops with sword and plume,

Who, on the clover meadows round,

Their white tents pitch’d, while music’s sound,

From horn and cymbal, play’d some strain

That oft had charm’d the banks of Seine,

And village girls came down to dance,

At evening with the youths of France.

Fair was the hour, secluded Dell!

When last I taught my listening shell

Sweet notes of thee. The bright moon shone,

As, on the shore, I mused alone,

And frosted rocks, and streams, and tree,

With rays that beam’d, like eyes, on me.

A silver robe the mountains hung,

A silver song the waters sung,

And many a pine was heard to quiver,

Along my own blue flowing river.