I hear the bluebird’s quaint soliloquy,—
A hesitating note upon the breeze,
Blown faintly from the tops of distant trees,
As though he were not sure that Spring is nigh,
But fed his hopes with bursts of melody.
I would I had a spirit-harp to seize
The bolder tenor of his rhapsodies
When apple-blossoms swing against the sky.
On every dark or blust’ring wintry day
That airy harp the bluebird’s lilt should play;
And as I held my sighs and paused to hear,
The wand’ring message, with its full-fed cheer
And ripe contentment, to my life should bring
The essence and fruition of the Spring.
Danske Dandridge
March First
In the deep heart of every forest tree
The blood is all aglee,
And there’s a look about the leafless bowers
As if they dreamed of flowers.
Henry Timrod
March Second
At a garden party in Washington not long ago a Justice of the Supreme Court said in response to some question I put: “It would take the pen of a Zola to describe reconstruction in Louisiana. It is so dark a chapter in our national history. I do not like to think of it. A Zola might base a great novel on that life and death struggle between politicians and races in the land of cotton and sugar plantations, the swamps and bayous of the mighty Mississippi, where the Carpet-Bag Government had a standing army, of blacks, chiefly, and a navy of warships going up and down waterways.”
Myrta Lockett Avary
Reconstruction Act put into effect in Louisiana, 1866
Texas declares itself independent, 1836