Excerpt from Songs From a Northern Garden, Vol. 4 Our Lady of the Rain. Across the purple valleys, Along the misty hills, By murmur-haunted riversAnd silver-gurgling rills, By woodland, swamp and barren, By road and field and plain, Arrives the Green Enchantress, Our Lady of the Rain. Her pure and mystic planetIs lighted in the west;In ashy-rose and lilacOf melting evening dressed, With golden threads of sunsetInwoven in her gown, 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 techlogy 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.