BLOOMS OF THE BERRY
,TINDY the sky and mad;
Surly the gray March day;
Bleak the forests and sad,
Sad for the beautiful May.
On maples tasseled with red
No blitie bird swinging sung;
The broo.c in its lonely bed
Compa.ined in an unknown tongue.
We walked in the wasted wood:
IHer face as the Spring's was fair,
Her blood was the Spring's own blood,
The Spring's her radiant hair.
And we found in the windy wild
One cowering violet,
Like a frail and tremulous child
In the 'aked leaves bowed and wet.
And I sighed at the sight, with pain
For the May's warm face in the wood,
May's pa-sions of sun and rain,
May's .-aiment of bloom and of bud.
But she slid when she saw me sad,
" Tho' the world be gloomy as fate,
And we -earn for the days to be glad,
Dear heart, we can afford to wait.