Excerpt from Bush Solitudes: And Other Verses I love to wander in my idle hours Along the paths that pierce the solitude Of the vast bush, where giant timber towers Toward the sky and Nature in the rude Is all around. Scarcely a sound is heard To tell of life, for when the sun mounts high All Nature slumbers, and not e'en a bird Will face the burning monarch of the Sky Until his slanting rays, shorn of their power, Declare another day is well-nigh done. Then from the shadow of some Sheltering bower Wake choristers to cheer the sinking sun. With notes, some harsh, some sweet, the songsters come. 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.