And sharp and seam'd Chocorua,
That fronts the sunset valleys wide,
With newer grace is glorified.
What charm in lake and sky for us,
In summer's temples ruinous
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Of fern and flower; the pine's low moan;
The shy quail's hidden monotone;
In gray cloud luminous
Across far moonlit vistas drawn;
The fading star, the flushing dawn,
The morning mists that slowly part,
The waking throb of nature's heart!
O Hampshire hills, September days!
O burning light thro' rifted haze
From peak to cloud, from lake to sky,
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