WILD RASPBERRY. 



Marsh-marigold and adder's-tongue will wade the brook 



across, 

 Where cornel-flowers are grouped, in crowds, on strips 



of turf and moss ; 

 And wood-stars white, from lucent green, will glimmer 



and unfold. 

 And scarlet columbines will lift their trumpets, mouthed 



with gold. 



Then will the birds sing anthems; for the earth and sky 



and air 

 Will seem a great cathedral, filled with beings dear and 



fair; 

 And long processions, from the time that bluebird-notes 



begin 

 Till gentians fade, through forest-aisles will still move 



out and in. 



Unnumbered multitudes of flowers it \Tere in vain to 



name 

 Along the roads and in the woods will old acquaintance 



claim ; 

 And scarcely shall we know which one for beauty we 



prefer, 

 Of all the wayside fairies clad in gowns of gossamer 



Lucy Larcom. 



