Where hepaticas tremble in starry groups,
Of the adder-tongue swinging its golden bells
As the light wind swoops.
Sing me a song of the shallow lakes,
Of the hollow fall of the nimble rill,
Of the trolling rapture the robin wakes
On the windy hill.
Sing me a song of the gleaming swift,
Of the vivid Maryland-yellow-throat,
Of the vesper sparrow’s silver drift