merrily-rustling

Updated: July 24, 2026

And that is why, standing on this round knoll, beneath the merrily-rustling cherry-trees, and listening to the murmurous song, I heard my boyhood speak to me, and felt again the old breath on my brow. The sun died away across the old swaying woods; the rattling hone upon the scythe; the measured sweep; the mellow music all were gone away.

John Esten Cooke - The Last of the Foresters : Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier