The poem herewith presented was first published some ten years ago in a volume entitled Days and Dreams. The original verses have been re-written throughout and extensively added to, making it comparatively a new poem.
LAKEVIEW PRESS, SOUTH FRAMINGHAM, MASS.
TO
G. F. M.
THIS VOLUME IS INSCRIBED IN MEMORY
OF MANY DAYS.
What though I dreamed of mountain heights,
Of peaks, the barriers of the world,
Around whose tops the Northern Lights
And tempests are unfurled.
Mine are the footpaths leading through
Life's lowly fields and woods,—with rifts,
Above, of heaven's Eden blue,—
By which the violet lifts
Its shy appeal; and holding up
Its chaliced gold, like some wild wine,
Along the hillside, cup on cup,
Blooms bright the celandine.