GLENCOE 



that we know will deepen and widen as it leads 

 us deviously down and toward the shore. 



At its head we bid the busy world good-bye. 

 The first spring frogs sound their cheery greeting 

 from a pool in 

 the darker water ?vfe [ 

 grass, and a single 

 sunlit clump of 

 pussy willows 

 smiles upon us, 

 their stamens 

 grown long and tM 

 yellow, scattering 

 pollen to the wind 

 and over the backs 

 of the bees that 

 their abounding 

 sweetness has 

 lured from winter 

 quarters. 



Down the gully we go, and gaily climbing our 

 first fence, we enter a gentle, grassy glade, where 

 the baby stream runs clear and shimmering 

 between smooth green banks in a smooth green 

 meadow streaked with the long shadows of the 

 tree trunks and the delicate tracery of bare 

 branches, all so dainty that one of us uncon- 



