II
Like children on a sunny shore
The rhododendrons thrive
Which never any spring before
Have been so much alive.
Each metal bough benignly lit
With yellow candle flames;
The tree is holy, hallow it
With sacramental names.
Paris, 1919
Like children on a sunny shore
The rhododendrons thrive
Which never any spring before
Have been so much alive.
Each metal bough benignly lit
With yellow candle flames;
The tree is holy, hallow it
With sacramental names.
Paris, 1919