ملف:The Kaldron (1922) (14753365256).jpg

English:
In the gloaming on Cussewago (Cussewago Creek, Pennsylvania)

Identifier: kaldron00alle (find matches)
Title: The Kaldron
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Allegheny College (Meadville, Pa.)
Subjects: Allegheny College (Meadville, Pa.) College yearbooks Universities and colleges
Publisher: Meadville, Pa. : Allegheny College
Contributing Library: Allen County Public Library Genealogy Center
Digitizing Sponsor: Internet Archive

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5- Cussewago What I loved best was early MayAnd the bliss of an ungrudged holiday,Speak not of motors, a canoe,Spring mornings charm, Ill take, and you.The millrun meets the rivuletThat winds away to another worldIn a vale between the hills encurled.No class bell calls, no quizzes fret.Ah, who has known will not forgetThat trail of trails where blithefullyThe waters dance as Pan has playedSo well to the heart of many a maidThat she has kinder been than sheIn other moments meant to be.Well not forget! When I get my mindAwaj from some livelihoods hard grind,And Springtime mornings first are fine,Ill come again in the land of dreamTo float with you on that well-loved stream-To float with you, old Friend of mine.
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The Campus—Morning It is a new place,A new white place of foliageWhere white branches reach into grey skies-In lacy confusion.When, we walk beneath themWe are in a great, still conservatoryWalking beneath curious, white plantsBending down to touch us.We brush against white hedgesBearing fruit like cotton ;Yet snow sifts down from them.Here is a rustic bridge and there, a bowlder-It must be an old place! The campus is a jungle whiteWhere branches intertwine, Luxuriant growth ou left and right;White maze of twig and vine. The jungle is a silent place Where breaking trees bend low; And seeds that fall through jungle laceSift to the earth like snow. The sky has dropped its burdenUpon ragged pinesStanding submissiveBeneath the white weight of it.The sun plays upou the sceneIn dazzling joy. ■SN ■■ tM

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