O,
for a fern-decked bank beside
A mellow, murm’ring stream,
With
now and then a sweet bird’s call
Above
the plaintive waterfall,
Where I might lie and dream.
A
window through the myriad leaves
Where I might look and see
A
patch of river, blue and bright,
A
fish-hawk wheeling into sight –
Ah! that heaven would be.
July
13, 1901
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