Of sun glory and leaf grace.
There is an ancient cherry tree
Where yellow warblers sing to me,
And an old grape arbor, where
A robin builds her nest, and there
Above the lima beans and peas
She croons her little melodies,
Her blue eggs hidden in the green
Fastness of that leafy screen.
Here are striped zinnias that bees
Fly far to visit, and sweet peas
Like little butterflies, new born;
And over by the tassled corn
Are sunflowers and hollyhocks
And pink and yellow four-o-clocks.
Here are humming birds that come
To find the tall delphinium,
Songless bird and scentless flower
Communing in a golden hour.
There is no blue like the blue cup
The tall delphinium holds up,
Not sky, nor distant hill, nor sea,
Sapphire, nor lapis lazuli!
My lilac trees are old and tall,
I cannot reach their bloom at all.
They send their perfume over trees
And roofs and streets to find the bees.
I wish some power would touch my ear
With magic touch and make me hear
What all the blossoms say, and so
I might know what the winged things know.
I'd hear the sunflower's mellow pipe,
"Gold-finch, gold-finch, my seeds are ripe!"
I'd hear the pale wisteria sing,
"Moon moth, moon moth, I'm blossoming!"
I'd hear the evening primrose cry,
"Firefly. Come firefly!"
And I would learn the jeweled word
The ruby throated humming bird
Drops into cups of larkspur blue
And I would sing them all for you!
My garden is a pleasant place
Of moon glory and wind grace.
O Friend, wherever you may be,
Will you not come to visit me?
Over streams and fields and hills
I'll pipe like yellow daffodils,
And every little wind that blows
Shall take my message as it goes.
A heart may travel very far
To come where its desires are,
O, may some power touch your ear,
Be kind to me, and make you hear!
*Image reblogged
Here are striped zinnias that bees
Fly far to visit, and sweet peas
Like little butterflies, new born;
And over by the tassled corn
Are sunflowers and hollyhocks
And pink and yellow four-o-clocks.
Here are humming birds that come
To find the tall delphinium,
Songless bird and scentless flower
Communing in a golden hour.
There is no blue like the blue cup
The tall delphinium holds up,
Not sky, nor distant hill, nor sea,
Sapphire, nor lapis lazuli!
My lilac trees are old and tall,
I cannot reach their bloom at all.
They send their perfume over trees
And roofs and streets to find the bees.
I wish some power would touch my ear
With magic touch and make me hear
What all the blossoms say, and so
I might know what the winged things know.
I'd hear the sunflower's mellow pipe,
"Gold-finch, gold-finch, my seeds are ripe!"
I'd hear the pale wisteria sing,
"Moon moth, moon moth, I'm blossoming!"
I'd hear the evening primrose cry,
"Firefly. Come firefly!"
And I would learn the jeweled word
The ruby throated humming bird
Drops into cups of larkspur blue
And I would sing them all for you!
My garden is a pleasant place
Of moon glory and wind grace.
O Friend, wherever you may be,
Will you not come to visit me?
Over streams and fields and hills
I'll pipe like yellow daffodils,
And every little wind that blows
Shall take my message as it goes.
A heart may travel very far
To come where its desires are,
O, may some power touch your ear,
Be kind to me, and make you hear!
*Image reblogged
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