Poems (Katharine Elizabeth Howard)/Ye blossom boughs
TO CHARLOTTE
Ye blossom boughs
Of apple trees, down trail
And shed your fragrance everywhere.
See the light clouds a-sail,
Wreathed in the golden air,—
A dream of Spring.
Is aught so lovely anywhere?
The mating birds on wing,
The crocus peeping unaware,
And every growing thing
All fragrant in a riot rare,—
A dream of spring.
And loveliest, most fragrant, fair,
Ye blossom boughs.
Of apple trees, down trail
And shed your fragrance everywhere.
See the light clouds a-sail,
Wreathed in the golden air,—
A dream of Spring.
Is aught so lovely anywhere?
The mating birds on wing,
The crocus peeping unaware,
And every growing thing
All fragrant in a riot rare,—
A dream of spring.
And loveliest, most fragrant, fair,
Ye blossom boughs.