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Show Hottg of tfje 3&qMu $y EDITH DALEY Earth lies wrapt in dreams asleep While tenders shadows softly creep Ghost-flowers of yesteryear that come When murmuring low the wild bees hum In upland meadows, dewy sweet. In wind-swept groves the trees repeat What full-banked streams are whispering; And meadow-larks with rapture sing The while a blue bird makes reply; And soft white cloud goes drifting by And violets open deep-blue eyes In a new-born wonder to the skies! Earth softly sighs and gently stirs Across the vaulted blue there whirrs In upward flight a red-breast bird A robin springtime's living word In nature's flood of tender speech! By waterways the birch and beech Burst into leaf! A wild plum tree Voices in bloom its ecstasy! |