MUSINGS.

Colonist, Volume III, Issue 275, 8 June 1860, Page 4

MUSINGS.

Ay, and sometimes.on the hill-side, while we sat down j in the gdwans, ' j "With the forest green behind us, and its shadow I ,-,'■•■ cast before;And the river running under; and across ifc from the '."* ' rowens, A brown partridge whirring near us, till we felt the air it bore. ■ ■ • ■ There obedient to her praying, did I read aloud fche poems . - Made by Tuscan flutes, or instruments, more various, of our own, Bead the pastoral parts of Spenser—or the subtle over- ■■•; flpwings Found.in. Petrarch's sonnets—here's the book—the *'-.; leaf is folded down. Or at times a modern volume—Wordsworth's solemn "'-'■' thoughted idyl, ' ■■ ■ ' ' Howitt's. ballad-dew, or Tennyson's god-vocal reverie,—. , Or from Browning some " Pomegranate," which if cut •deep -down the middle Shows'a heart within, blood-tinctured, of a veined _-~ humanity. , . Or I read ;the.*e, sometimes, hoarsely, some new poem . of my making— Oh, your poets never read their own best verses to -'-'-.;.-" their worth, for-the echo,- ; in you, breaks upon-the words which . you are speaking,. - ■. . And' the chariot-wheels jar in the gate through *"•' which you drive them forth. After, when' we are grown tired of books, the silence ' '-■•*'- round us flinging A-slow arm.of sweet compression, felt with beatings, . . 5 ... at the breast,— ... ■ > . She' Wtiuld:break out on a sudden, in a gush of wood- '-'■'• 'land-singing, - ' ": . '■'. like a child's emotion in a god, or naiad tired of-, -.rest. ...--,' - Oh! to see or hear her singing; scarce I know which is divinesfc, - ~ For her* looks sing too —she modulates her gestures -.<-.: .on the tune; And-her; mouth'.stirs with the song, like song; and when the notes are finest, 'fis the eyeirshoot out vocal light, and seem to y swell them on. Then we talked—oh, how we talked! her voice so ' - .-, cadenced in the talking, -Made another singing—of a soul! a music without bars— While, the leafy sounds of woodlands, humming round r; ip |--where we were walking, Brought interposition worthy-sweet—as skies about '■* the stars; And she'spake such good thought natural, as if she ■-'-'-'■ always thought them— And had sympathies so ready, open free like bird on -,_. : A, . branch, ....,:..;... • Jußt'as-ready to> fly east as west, whichever may be* ' 'Boughtthem, In the'birchen'wood a chirrup, cockcrow in the. ■;. y ; -grange., . y ( . ..". .['.'_ In her utmost lightness there is truth—and often she, 1: _.__ speaks slightly, ;£n&'_he hasa grace in being gay, which mourners even approve, For the root, of, some grave earnest thought is under struck so rightly, As io justify the foliage and the waving flowers ■•' aWve. " ■■-■* ■ .. . ~._ t ~ * Miss Barret'sPoems* '■'■