Buddha III (And now, in summer when the arch of sky)

And now, in summer when the arch of sky Bends o'er us its far illimitable blue, To meet the azure of the ocean floor Upon the threshold of infinity, By many a far-run stream in alien ground, And where our garden takes the warming sun, Blows the blue meadow-flag, to carpet earth With tints of sky and shadows of the sea. As in our minds from seeds of knowledge bloom The flowers of wisdom, colored with the light Of dreams and shadowings of eager life, For Buddha in her season Iris blooms,— A symbol of creation's loveliness In her pure color of eternal truth.