Spread into lakes of daffodils.

The hyacinths, with fragrant heads,
Have overflowed their sandy beds,
And fill the earth with faint perfume,
The breath that Spring around her sheds.
And now the tulips break in bloom!

A sea, a rainbow-tinted sea,
A splendour and a mystery,
Floods o'er the fields of faded gray:
The roads are full of folks in glee,
For lo,--to-day is Easter Day!

April, 1916.



ODE

GOD OF THE OPEN AIR


I

Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair
With flowers below, above with starry lights
And set thine altars everywhere,--
On mountain heights,
In woodlands dim with many a dream,