| Augustin S. Macdonald, comp. A Collection of Verse by California Poets. 1914. | | | | In Blossom Time | | By Ina Coolbrith |
| | | IT’S O my heart, my heart, | |
| To be out in the sun and sing— | |
| To sing and shout in the fields about, | |
| In the balm and the blossoming! | |
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| Sing loud, O bird in the tree; | 5 |
| O bird, sing loud in the sky, | |
| And honey-bees, blacken the clover beds— | |
| There is none of you glad as I. | |
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| The leaves laugh low in the wind, | |
| Laugh low, with the wind at play; | 10 |
| And the odorous call of the flowers all | |
| Entices my soul away! | |
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| For O but the world is fair, is fair— | |
| And O but the world is sweet! | |
| I will out in the gold of the blossoming mould, | 15 |
| And sit at the Master’s feet. | |
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| And the love my heart would speak, | |
| I will fold in the lily’s rim, | |
| That th’ lips of the blossom, more pure and meek, | |
| May offer it up to Him. | 20 |
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| Then sing in the hedgerow green, O thrush, | |
| O skylark, sing in the blue; | |
| Sing loud, sing clear, that the King may hear, | |
| And my soul shall sing with you! | | | | |
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