TO MY BEST FRIEND
THEODORE WATTS I DEDICATE IN THIS BOOK THE BEST I HAVE TO GIVE HIM |
Spring speaks again, and all our woods are stirred, And all our wide glad wastes aflower around, That twice have heard keen April’s clarion sound Since here we first together saw and heard Spring’s light reverberate and reiterate word Shine forth and speak in season. Life stands crowned Here with the best one thing it ever found, As of my soul’s best birthdays dawns the third.
There is a friend that as the wise man saith
THE PINES |