Written During An Early Summer Evening’s Ramble

VALES of fragrance ! woods surrounding
While along your paths I'm bounding,
What bright visions round me stray !
Fancy's raptures, ever changing,
O'er enchanted regions ranging,
Bear my willing soul away.
Oft I pause to catch the breezes--
For their simple music pleases
Bosoms careless--spirits gay ;--
I love to mark them gently creeping,
Gradual o'er the wood-tops sweeping,
Then hush'd to slumbers, die away.

And tho' the birds have ceased their singing,
'Tis sweet to view them swiftly winging
Airy circles of delight;
And then on some soft hillock staying,
Where blows the wild thyme, sweets displaying,
To drink the dew-drops, diamond bright.
Beloved scenes your charms adorning
Thus with all the smiles of morning,
Must joy to ev'ry heart reveal;
For me--your wild enchantments viewing,
Your lonely silent walks pursuing,
'Tis rapture--ecstacy I feel.