Excerpt from Sybelle: And Other Poems That such sweet bloom and minstrelsy In lonely woodland wilds Should be. Softly he kneels, and soft has pressed The wild rose to his lips, his breast, And smiled to see the wondrous glow His kisses on the flower bestow. He speaks some tender passing word The thrush has in the thicket heard; Its plaintive, spring-born lays are stilled, By some strange power its breast is thrilled, And 10! The wildwood depths along, Rolls the full summer tide Of song. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.