The Pine Grove Path

Our festal day was yet so young, As through the pines I came to you, The level sunrise lightly flung Before my feet, O eager feet, A flickering path of flame to you.

The purple finches, breakfasting On pinecone seeds, in charity Tossed down the silky scales, to bring My human heart, O singing heart, A share of their hilarity.

But gladder than those revelers So raspberry red, I sped to you, Beyond the pines, beyond the firs, A birthday guest, O blissful guest To tread the path that led to you.