Augustin S. Macdonald, comp. A Collection of Verse by California Poets. 1914.
By Ina CoolbrithIn Blossom Time
I
To be out in the sun and sing—
To sing and shout in the fields about,
In the balm and the blossoming!
O bird, sing loud in the sky,
And honey-bees, blacken the clover beds—
There is none of you glad as I.
Laugh low, with the wind at play;
And the odorous call of the flowers all
Entices my soul away!
And O but the world is sweet!
I will out in the gold of the blossoming mould,
And sit at the Master’s feet.
I will fold in the lily’s rim,
That th’ lips of the blossom, more pure and meek,
May offer it up to Him.
O skylark, sing in the blue;
Sing loud, sing clear, that the King may hear,
And my soul shall sing with you!