Interpretations 



of the day. Joy, energy and hope are writ with 

 cloud-built letters across the sky. Great white 

 marble masses, fresh from the quarry and un- 

 stained, set in the clear blue that stands for 

 truth. See it! See it! See it! Jolly, jolly, 

 jolly! jolly! whistles the cardinal till all the 

 sleepy world is wide awake. 

 What a greeting on this auspici s date ! 



Early spring flowers bloom nowhere so pro- 

 fusely as on a poet's pages, but I propose this 

 April morning to go to the meadows to the 

 part where the bluff that faces them is sheltered 

 from the wind. A single spring beauty, upon 

 which my eye falls, so pale that the thought of 

 color belonging to it never occurs to you, it 

 seems to me expresses in its name more than all 

 that can be said of it, however neatly shaped 

 and truly rhymed the stanzas. It is always 

 something to stand in the actual presence. Af- 

 terwards we can better measure the value of 

 the traveller's pages; aye, and the poet's also. 

 It sometimes happens that the full significance 

 of a poet's line is realized. Violets make azure 

 the sod until it seems a mirror reflecting the 

 sky ; that is, they sometimes do, but the trouble 



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