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_THE THRUSH_ The creamy dogwood branches, The rosy redbud trees, The drifts of sweet wild plum bloom O'erhung by honey bees, The gleaming buckeye blossoms The south wind blew apart, Oh, all the woods awaking, They overfilled my heart! SILVESTER LAND THE CREAMY DOGWOOD BRANCHES THE ROSY RED BUD TREES THE DRIFTS OF SWEETWALK PLUM BLOOM OVERHUNG BY HONEY BEES THE GLEAMING BUCK BLOSSOMS THE SOUTH WIND BLEW APART O ALL THE WOODS AWAKING THEY OVER FILL MY HEART
ne eager will, I follow fast and far until Some day my ship shall harbor thee! _AS TO THE SUMMER AIR THE ROSE_ As to the summer air the rose Pours forth her perfume all the day, For every careless wind that blows To scatter far away, So gives my heart to thee the rare Fine fragrance of its sweetest thought, And thou art heedless as the air Whereto the rose is naught! _A WOOD FANCY_ The mandrakes lift, like little mosques, Their domes between the vines, And butterflies for worshipers Are flocking to their shrines. And from tall, tapering mullein towers And minarets of green, The honey-bee muezzins drone To bloodroot buds between, That pilgrim-wise along the road Come trooping to the light, In pale green caftans closely wound And turbans spotless white. While all the way with budding things Is tufted thicker than The praying mats the Persian weaves In streets of Ispahan. And listen! with a lordly note Like joyous burst of drums, In gorgeous gown of gold and black The oriole sultan comes!  THE THRUSH BY EVELEEN STEIN RED FOR LIEBER BOXTA ORG BY
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