The bluet and wild-pink,
Wild flowers,—that mass
About the wood-brook's brink,—
And sassafras.
Nights, that the large stars strew,
Heaven on heaven rolled;
Nights, pearled with stars and dew,
Whose heavens hold
Aromas, and the new
The bluet and wild-pink,
Wild flowers,—that mass
About the wood-brook's brink,—
And sassafras.
Nights, that the large stars strew,
Heaven on heaven rolled;
Nights, pearled with stars and dew,
Whose heavens hold
Aromas, and the new