Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Americas: Vol. XXX. 1876–79. | | | | British America: Montmorency, the River, Canada | | The Montmorency Waterfall and Cone | | Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) |
| | | WE do not ask for the leaves and flowers | |
| That laugh as they look on the summer hours; | |
| Let the violets shrink and sigh, | |
| Let the red rose pine and die: | |
| The sledge is yoked, away we go, | 5 |
| Amid the firs, o’er the soundless snow. | |
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| Lo! the pine is singing its murmuring song | |
| Over our heads as we pass along; | |
| And every bough with pearl is hung | |
| Whiter than those that from ocean sprung. | 10 |
| The sledge is yoked, away we go, | |
| Amid the firs, o’er the soundless snow. | |
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| The ice is bright with a thousand dyes | |
| Like the changeful light in a beauty’s eyes. | |
| Now it neareth her blush, and now | 15 |
| It weareth the white of her marble brow. | |
| The sledge is yoked, and away we go, | |
| Beneath the firs, o’er the soundless snow. | |
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| We are wrapped with ermine and sable round, | |
| By the Indian in trackless forests found; | 20 |
| The sunbeams over the white world shine, | |
| And we carry with us the purple wine. | |
| The sledge is yoked, and away we go, | |
| Beneath the firs, o’er the soundless snow. | | | | |
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