Illinois Verse/The Rock Garden—Spring
The Rock Garden—Spring
Spring enchanted spot!
At the end of a long gray trail
Across level land,—wearily monotonous,
A sudden dip! Down rough stone steps
To a winding path that cleaves
The lovely scattering color of tiny iris,
Crocuses, the bright blue of scilla,
And thick masses of Icelandic blossom
—White, pink and pale purple.
Brave bits of color life!
How did you slip thru the hard, cold
Grasp of that black, clutching earth?
At the end of a long gray trail
Across level land,—wearily monotonous,
A sudden dip! Down rough stone steps
To a winding path that cleaves
The lovely scattering color of tiny iris,
Crocuses, the bright blue of scilla,
And thick masses of Icelandic blossom
—White, pink and pale purple.
Brave bits of color life!
How did you slip thru the hard, cold
Grasp of that black, clutching earth?