FIVE: OVER THE MASON AND DIXON LINE

Afar, through the mellow hazes

Where the dreams of June are stayed,

The hills, in their vanishing mazes,

Carry the flush, and fade!

Southward they fall, and reach

To the bay and the ocean beach,

Where the soft, half-Syrian air

Blows from the Chesapeake's

Inlets, coves, and creeks