Before a week be gone This barren woodside and this leafless wold A million flowers shall invade With argent and azure, pearl and gold,— Like rainbow fragments scattered of the dawn,— Here making bright, here wan {305} Each foot of earth, each glen and glimmering glade, Each rood of windy wood, Where late gaunt Winter stood, Shaggy with snow and howling at the sky; Where even now the Springtime seems afraid To whisper of the beauty she designs, The flowery campaign that she now outlines Within her soul; her heart’s conspiracy To take the world with loveliness; defy
— from The Poems of Madison Cawein, Volume 5 (of 5) Poems of meditation and of forest and field by Madison Julius Cawein
|