Show F y- y t HEA HEAVENLY Y ALCHEMY I I By ANNE HINCHMAN I 4 i 1 iI I have seen dreaming on the hills When springs spring's shrill festival of ot winds and showers Drives through h the valley and equinoctial hours Balance the light that warms with frost trost that kills s Yet do the revelers by th the flooding rills Bedeck themselves with fragile starry And hang the orchards as' as asfor for bridal bowers Where from the branches fluttering music spills Beauty Is born of beauty Youthful spring More gentle grows his followers followerS' disband disband- And awkward lovers ers in their wandering Gazing upon the loveliness ever everywhere where See spring and beauty walking hand in hand And in their turn themselves become more mOle fair In In th Forum n |