The roamer and other poems/To A. S., on receiving his "Milton"

by George Edward Woodberry

TO A. S.

On receiving His Work on Milton

Georgia! the very name is flower and sun,And bourgeons like the summer! straight I seeThe robins in your china-berry tree,A rosy host, ere day is well begun,And the red-headed woodpeckers that runAbout the humming poles' telegraphy,Hunting the fancied worm!—But here, with me,Your rose-japonica, too soon undone,

Lies dead. Me, in my northern hermitage,The "dark" and "miry" ways of March confine,Who once was free of Enna and Palerm:I sooth the rugged clime with bard and sage,And mend the sullen fates, this book of thineMy solace, that doth the inward sight confirm.