Poems (Carmichael)/Wild-Wood Blossoms

by Sarah Elizabeth Carmichael

WILD-WOOD BLOSSOMS.

Beautiful buds from the wild-wood brought;
 Leaves that the sun would fade;
Born where the zephyrs, with fragrance fraught,
 Linger amid the shade;
Where the day looks forth with a reverent eye,
 The wave hath a murmur low,
And the soft winds steal, with a balmy sigh,
 Through the blossoms of pink and snow.

Beautiful buds from the wild-wood brought;
 Lilies so slight and pale,
Like breathing plants that the world hath taught
 Meekness in sorrow's gale;
Delicate mosses, and long, clinging sprays
 Of beautiful, flowering vine;
Dew blossoms, that close to the streamlet stays,
 With the sweet, blue columbine.

Beautiful buds from the wild-wood stole—
 Many a human flower,
Whose gentle spirit and wealth of soul
 Furnished its earthly dower,
Hath learned, when the weight of the proud world's scorn
 Hath trampled it down to fade,
That sensitive hearts and delicate plants
 Should blossom amid the shade.