Lyrics

Wine-warm winds that sigh and sing Led me, wrapped in many moods, Through the green, sonorous woods Of belated spring.

Till I came where, glad with heat, Waste and wild the fields were strewn, Olden as the olden moon, At my weary feet.

Wild and white with starry bloom, One far milky-way that dashed, When some mad wind down it flashed, Into billowy foam.

I, bewildered, gazed around, As one on whose heavy dreams Comes a sudden burst of beams, Like a mighty sound....

If the grander flowers I sought, But these berry-blooms to you, Evanescent as the dew, Only these I brought.

BLOOMS OF THE BERRY.