"Through the deep gulf of the chimney wide
Wallows the Yule-log's roaring tide,"
with this,—
"The merrier up its roaring draught.
The great throat of the chimney laughed."
Such passages, suggesting like thoughts in earlier studies, are very frequent and spring up in unexpected quarters.
For example, Emerson, in "Waldeinsamkeit," says:—
"I do not count the hours I spend
In wandering by the sea;
The forest is my loyal friend,
Like God it useth me."
Again, in the "Apology," he says:—
"Think me not unkind and rude
That I walk alone in grove and glen;
I go to the god of the wood
To fetch his word to men."
And Lowell, in "The Bobolink":—
"As long, long years ago I wandered,
I seem to wander even yet.
The hours the idle schoolboy squandered,
The man would die ere he'd forget.
O hours that frosty eld deemed wasted,
Nodding his gray head toward my books,
I dearer prize the lore I tasted
With you, among the trees and brooks,
Than all that I have gained since then
From learned books or study-withered men."