All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May - It rises train by train - Then sleeps in state again - My chancel - all the plain Today. To lose - if One can find again - To miss - if One shall meet - The Burglar cannot rob - then - The Broker cannot cheat. So build the hillocks gaily Thou little spade of mine Leaving nooks for Daisy And for Columbine - You and I the secret Of the Crocus know - Let us chant it softly - "There is no more snow!"
To him who keeps an Orchis' heart - The swamps are pink with June
Distrustful of the Gentian - And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Chid my perfidy - Weary for my —— I will singing go - I shall not feel the sleet - then - I shall not fear the snow. Flees so the phantom meadow Before the breathless Bee - So bubble brooks in deserts On ears that dying lie - Burn so the evening spires To eyes that Closing go - Hangs so distant Heaven - To a hand below
A sepal - petal - and a thorn Upon a common summer's morn - A flask of Dew - A Bee or two - A Breeze - a caper in the trees - And I'm a Rose! Un sepalo, un petalo e una spina In un comune mattino d'estate; Un fiasco di rugiada, un'ape o due, Una brezza, Un frullo in mezzo agli alberi; Ed io sono una rosa!
The Gentian weaves her fringes - The Maple's loom is red - My departing blossoms Obviate parade. A brief, but patient illness - An hour to prepare - And one below, this morning Is where the angels are - It was a short procession - The Bobolink was there - An aged Bee addressed us - And then we knelt in prayer - We trust that she was willing - We ask that we may be - Summer - Sister - Seraph! Let us go with thee!
In the name of the Bee - And of the Butterfly - And of the Breeze - Amen!
Baffled for just a day or two - Embarrassed - not afraid - Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid! She beckons, and the Woods start - She nods, and all begin - Surely, such a country I was never in
Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town? So sailors say - on yesterday - Just as the dusk was brown One little boat gave up it's strife And gurgled down and down.
So angels say - on yesterday - Just as the dawn was red One little boat - o'erspent with gales - Retrimmed it's masts - redecked it's sails - And shot - exultant on!
If those I loved were lost The Crier's voice w'd tell me - If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent w'd ring - Did those I loved repose The Daisy would impel me. Philip - when bewildered Bore his riddle in!
So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today - So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away - Oozed so, in crimson bubbles Day's departing tide - Blooming - tripping - flowing - Are ye then with God
Morns like these - we parted - Noons like these - she rose - Fluttering first - then firmer To her fair repose. Never did she lisp it - It was not for me - She - was mute from transport - I - from agony -
Till - the evening nearing One the curtains drew - Quick! A sharper rustling! And this linnet flew