Look for me when the sun-bright swallow Sings upon the birch bough high.
At summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below, Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near? 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.thomas campbell
Calmer than midnight's deepest bushIs the sun-bright Summer nooning,With its cloudy shadows seeking rest,That fall on the hillside swooning.Great Night with its solemn starry eyes,Over Day's gate asks us whither We go,what our password is,To the camp beyond the river. ...ethel lynn beers