 | [Wood-fringe, in] Songs of flowers |  |
Wood-fringe
Lightly as the green earth's breath
From the sod ascending,
Flying tendril, fragile wreath
With gray rock-tints blending;
Fluttering all your fringes out
In the windy weather,
You and the grim rocks, no doubt,
Love to be together.
From the sod ascending,
Flying tendril, fragile wreath
With gray rock-tints blending;
Fluttering all your fringes out
In the windy weather,
You and the grim rocks, no doubt,
Love to be together.
As the sunshine seeks the shade
Sister following brother,
You and the rough crags were made
Doubtless, for each other.
Sister following brother,
You and the rough crags were made
Doubtless, for each other.
Bless you! up and down our walks
Waving welcomes airy!
Bless you! as you climb the rocks,
Little woodland fairy!
Waving welcomes airy!
Bless you! as you climb the rocks,
Little woodland fairy!
Lucy Larcom
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