document.write("How still, how happy! Those are words<br />That once would scarce agree together;<br />I loved the plashing of the surge -<br />The changing heaven the breezy weather,<br /><br />More than smooth seas and cloudless skies<br />And solemn, soothing, softened airs<br />That in the forest woke no sighs<br />And from the green spray shook no tears.<br /><br />How still, how happy! now I feel<br />Where silence dwells is sweeter far<br />Than laughing mirth\\\'s most joyous swell<br />However pure its raptures are.<br /><br />Come, sit down on this sunny stone:<br />\\\'Tis wintry light o\\\'er flowerless moors -<br />But sit - for we are all alone<br />And clear expand heaven\\\'s breathless shores.<br /><br />I could think in the withered grass<br />Spring\\\'s budding wreaths we might discern;<br />The violet\\\'s eye might shyly flash<br />And young leaves shoot among the fern.<br /><br />It is but thought - full many a night<br />The snow shall clothe those hills afar<br />And storms shall add a drearier blight<br />And winds shall wage a wilder war,<br /><br />Before the lark may herald in<br />Fresh foliage twined with blossoms fair<br />And summer days again begin<br />Their glory - haloed crown to wear.<br /><br />Yet my heart loves December\\\'s smile<br />As much as July\\\'s golden beam;<br />Then let us sit and watch the while<br />The blue ice curdling on the stream - ");