To A Copy Of Tennyson

When shadows deepen on the lea And Nlght steals over holt and hill, Then all tho world is hushed and still By one sweet woodbk-d's minstrelsy, That borno across the fields to me Makes heart and soul and putees thrill, TUI deepest rest and quiet üll My every sense with harmony; So when Life's misty shadows creep 'Mid cark and care and turmoil rude, With thee I hear the night winds sweop Across the starlit meads bedewed, Till thou dost lull the world to sleep, Thou sweet voice of my solitudo!