If I could live to see beyond the night,
The first spring morning break with fiery thrills,
And tremble into rose and violet light
Along the distant hills!
If I could hear the first wild note that swells
The blue bird’s silvery throat when spring is here,
And all the sweet, wind ruffled lily bells
Ring out the joyous matins of the year!
Only to smell the budding lilac blooms
The balmy airs from sprouting brake and wold,
Rich with the strange ineffable perfumes
Of growing grass and newly furrowed mold!
If I could hear the rushing waters call
In the wild exultation of release,
Dear, I might turn my face unto the wall
And fall asleep in peace!
(Emma Alice Browne)
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