Where the long reach of shadows play,
And placid waters murmur by
I dream throughout the summer day
Nor note the hours that wingéd fly.
Hushed is the voice of sordid trade,
And e'en the birds' sweet song is stilled;
While all the cares that Life hath made
Slip from my heart, which now is filled
With peace alone. O Nature pure!
To thee, I turn, no more to stray
In spirit, with thee ever sure
To find sweet solace for the day!
O leafy homes where song-birds rest;
O gentle breeze that rocks and sways!
My heart all silent stays to rest
And bide apart these heaven-born days!
For other worlds are pictured there;
Reflected in the waters lie;
And each is clear and passing fair,
And fleecy clouds o'er each glide by!