"Fairest of the Rural Maids!" FAIREST of the rural maids! Thy birth was in the forest shades; Green boughs, and glimpses of the sky, Were all that met thine infant eye. Thy sports, thy wanderings, when a child, The twilight of the trees and rocks Thine eyes are springs, in whose serene Their lashes are the herbs that look "O FAIREST OF THE RURAL MAIDS!" The forest depths, by foot unpressed, W. C. BRYANT. The Bucket. HOW dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! And every loved spot which my infancy knew! by it; The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell That moss-covered vessel I hailed as a treasure; And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell! - THE BUCKET. The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, How sweet from the green, mossy brim to receive it, The brightest that beauty or revelry sips. And now, far removed from the loved habitation, As fancy reverts to my father's plantation, S. WOODWORTH. Annabel Lee. T was many and many a year ago, IT In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the wingèd seraphs of heaven And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling To shut her up in a sepulchre |