All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train— Then sleeps in state again— My chancel—all the plain Today.
To lose—if one can find again— To miss—if one shall meet— The Burglar cannot rob—then— The Broker cannot cheat. So build the hillocks gaily Thou little ***** of mine Leaving nooks for Daisy And for Columbine— You and I the secret Of the Crocus know— Let us chant it softly— “There is no more snow!”
To him who keeps an Orchis’ heart— The swamps are pink with June.
