Poems (Radford)/Amid a Crown of Radiant Hills

by Dollie Radford

IX

Amid a crown of radiant hills, A little wood with blossoms rareBreathes sweetly, while the young lark trillsHis new learnt melody and fills   The fragrant air.

Among its boughs the fresh winds play, And, where the spreading branches part,The sun-light drops from spray to spray,To seek the ferny streams which stray   Within its heart.

And there the wild bee fills his cells, And murmurs through the golden hours,And charmèd fancies and sweet spells,Are woven in the tall blue-bells   And cuckoo-flowers.

There many a mossy bank entwined With shining leaves awaits our choice,Come swiftly, love, my soul unbindWith thy dear looks, that it may find   Its prisoned voice.