Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
Trailing ArbutusAlbert Laighton (18291887)
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To breathe a benediction to the Spring,
Soon as the bluebird and the robin sing;
Sweetest and best that in the woodland grows;
Flushed like the morn, or white as drifted snows;
I love thee as a herald of the hours
That bring the beauteous train of forest flowers,
And all fair things God’s loving hand bestows.
But most for her sweet sake who held thee dear;
Who, in glad Springs, roamed with me hand in hand
These mossy paths where now alone I stray;
And yet whose gentle presence seems so near,
I half forget her angel feet to-day
Walk the green pastures of the better land.