Far From the Stone Streets

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Excerpt from Far From the Stone Streets: Poems Sleighing Here are we nestled, warm and snug, Within the cutter's perfumed rug, And swiftly o'er the light road skim Toward the hills that far and dim Lie on the cold horizon's rim. Away, away! the snow is white, The air is clear, the moon is bright. To backward glance the village spires, Tipped with their pale up-pointing fires, Fade as a holy thought expires. Away! tonight our company The spirits of the frost shall be, We'll chase the flying bells whose play On moonlit meadows far away Is softened to a murmur gay. Away through villages that lie Like silver jewels, gliding by The river's gleaming stream of steel, Whose fringe of ice the waves conceal That echo back our sleigh bells' peal. Here stands a quiet farmhouse, there A stretch of glistening fields lies bare, Here thickets, robed in white array, Climb the steep banks, and sharply lay Dark shadows o'er our rapid way. The shaken trees their crystals fling, That shatter with an airy ring, And hark! a mocking ripple swells From where the covered streamlet wells And tinkles through its icy cells. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.