Poems (Katharine Elizabeth Howard)/O graceful fronds of maiden-hair
O graceful fronds of maiden-hair,
Most delicate of ferns,
You make the world more fair;
You greet me from the window sill
Each morning when the sun's ray burns
The mist of sleep away, until
You've grown a picture to my eyes,
Like forest-thoughts against blue skies;
Like forest-thoughts—my dream returns—
Far from the rumbling city street,
For cool green things my spirit yearns,—
Because of you,—to my tired feet
The dusty pavement of the street
Is a green path with wild-flowers sweet;
You make the world more fair,
Most delicate of ferns,
O graceful fronds of maiden-hair.
Most delicate of ferns,
You make the world more fair;
You greet me from the window sill
Each morning when the sun's ray burns
The mist of sleep away, until
You've grown a picture to my eyes,
Like forest-thoughts against blue skies;
Like forest-thoughts—my dream returns—
Far from the rumbling city street,
For cool green things my spirit yearns,—
Because of you,—to my tired feet
The dusty pavement of the street
Is a green path with wild-flowers sweet;
You make the world more fair,
Most delicate of ferns,
O graceful fronds of maiden-hair.