An old stone house in Brownington, Vermont
Stands earnest of the past in all four stories
And of the future, in its sturdy wont,
With a rich treasure-store of sunset glories,
Of early sunrise over its hidden lakes
And of the constant grandeur of the notch
Of Willoughby, and, when the elm-branch shakes,
Of nested orioles, cradled in the crotch. |
The Reverend Alexander Twilight wrought these stones
Into a school of learning for the young;
Athenian hall, of classic undertones
Beneath a sterner, more laconic tongue;
The light of knowledge. Though his twilight came,
This old stone house perpetrates his fame |