Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The Worlds Best Poetry. Volume V. Nature. 1904. | | | | V. Trees: Flowers: Plants | | Trailing Arbutus | | Rose Terry Cooke (18271892) |
| | | DARLINGS of the forest! | |
| Blossoming, alone, | |
| When Earths grief is sorest | |
| For her jewels gone | |
| Ere the last snow-drift melts, your tender buds have blown. | 5 |
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| Tinged with color faintly, | |
| Like the morning sky, | |
| Or, more pale and saintly, | |
| Wrapped in leaves ye lie | |
| Even as children sleep in faiths simplicity. | 10 |
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| There the wild wood-robin, | |
| Hymns your solitude; | |
| And the rain comes sobbing | |
| Through the budding wood, | |
| While the low south wind sighs, but dare not be more rude. | 15 |
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| Were your pure lips fashioned | |
| Out of air and dew, | |
| Starlight unimpassioned, | |
| Dawns most tender hue, | |
| And scented by the woods that gathered sweets for you? | 20 |
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| Fairest and most lonely, | |
| From the world apart; | |
| Made for beauty only, | |
| Veiled from Natures heart | |
| With such unconscious grace as makes the dream of Art! | 25 |
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| Were not mortal sorrow | |
| An immortal shade, | |
| Then would I to-morrow | |
| Such a flower be made, | |
| And live in the dear woods where my lost childhood played. | 30 | | | |
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