THE COMING OF SPRING.
Joaquin Miller
y own and my only Love some night - Shall keep her tryst, shall come from the South,
- And oh, her robe of magnolia white!
- And oh, and oh, the breath of her mouth!
- And oh, her grace in the grasses sweet!
- And oh, her love in the leaves new born!
- And oh, and oh, her lily-white feet
- Set daintily down in the dew-wet morn!
- The drowsy cattle at night shall kneel
- And give God thanks, and shall dream and rest;
- The stars slip down and a golden seal
- Be set on the meadows my Love has blest.
- Come back, my Love, come sudden, come soon.
- The world lies waiting as the cold dead lie;
- The frightened winds wail and the crisp-curled moon
- Rides, wrapped in clouds, up the cold gray sky.
- Oh, Summer, my Love, my first, last Love!
- I sit all day by Potomac here,
- Waiting and waiting the voice of the dove;
- Waiting my darling, my own, my dear.
THE CABIN, Washington, D. C.