Brighter than violets the blue-bird sings.
Croon, happy insects; violet and rose
Have faded; yet the autumn corn-field glows
Where in the golden grain the poppy grows.
Hush, eager voices! for in dreamless sleep,
Wrapped in cool snow, the restless earth would keep
Forevermore serenity so deep.
Forevermore? nay, tired earth, not so;
Sweet as the violets of long ago
The pink arbutus rises from the snow.