BLACK DOMINO: THE MARYLAND 
YELLOW-THROAT 
HISPERING rushes, bending 
grasses, 
Purple orchids, mountain holly. 
Meadow-rue and clustering alders 
Lie beneath the morning dewdrops ; 
O'er the lake the mists are floating, 
In the east the sun is rising, 
From the forest calls the hermit, 
In the pine-tops crows are cawing. 
To the lake a sluggish brook flows — 
Light canoes may thread its mazes, 
O'er it hang the sweet wild roses. 
In its banks are muskrat's tunnels. 
From a bunch of stifT spiraea 
Calls a voice with merry music, 
Calls "good morrow'' to the meadow, 
Calls a welcome to the sunlight. 
