in New England’s heart there is a dell
Where Five Mile River sings the whole year through.
In May the ivory dogwood blossoms there
And the blue flag, while with the evening star
Through green twilight it hears the angelic thrush.
eves it serenades the moon
While fireflies swing their lanterns from its banks.
And there the October woods outspread a maze
Of rose and russet and Etruscan gold,
More precious than the Vale of Avalon
road to storied Camelot.
A-tinkle with thin ice on frosty morns
Our happy river still is chiming low
The woodland music of enchanted hours.