With her wondering words and her looks she comes,
Like a little maid to town.
THE WIND OF SPRING
The wind that breathes of columbines
And bleeding-hearts that crowd the rocks;
That shakes the balsam of the pines
With music from his flashing locks,
Stops at my city door and knocks.
He calls me far a-forest; where
The twin-leaf and the blood-root bloom;
And, circled by the amber air,
Life sits with beauty and perfume
Weaving the new web of her loom.
He calls me where the waters run
Through fronding ferns where haunts the hern;
And, sparkling in the equal sun,
Song leans beside her brimming urn,
And dreams the dreams that love shall learn.
The wind has summoned, and I go,--
To con God's meaning in each line
The flowers write, and, walking slow,
God's purpose, of which song is sign,--
The wind's great, gusty hand in mine.
What magic shall
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