Beech Blooms

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The wild oxalis
  Among the valleys
  Lifts up its chalice
  Of pink and pearl;
  And, balsam-breathing,
  From out their sheathing,
  The myriad wreathing
  Green leaves uncurl.

  The whole world brightens
  With spring, that lightens
  The foot that frightens
  The building thrush;
  Where water tosses
  On ferns and mosses
  The squirrel crosses
  The beechen hush.

  And vision on vision,--
  Like ships elysian
  On some white mission,--
  Sails cloud on cloud;
  With scents of clover
  The winds brim over,
  And in the cover
  The stream is loud.

  'Twixt bloom that blanches
  The orchard branches
  Old farms and ranches
  Gleam in the gloam;
  'Mid blossoms blowing,
  Through fields for sowing,
  The cows come lowing,
  The cows come home.

  Where ways are narrow,
  A vesper-sparrow
  Flits like an arrow
  Of living rhyme;
  The red sun poises,
  And farmyard noises
  Mix with glad voices
  Of milking-time.

  When dusk disposes
  Of all its roses,
  And darkness closes,
  And work is done,
  A moon's white feather
  In starry weather
  And two together
  Whose hearts are one.

© Madison Julius Cawein