Poems (Victor)/To the Blue Nemophela
TO THE BLUE NEMOPHELA.
Dear dainty bloom, with disk of blue
Right joyfully I welcome you!
Unlike the scented garden sweets
Round which each painted insect flits,
You stir my thoughts to pleasant dreams
Of summer shade and murmurous streams.
I hail thee, flower of heavenly hue!
All that is modest, chaste and true
Peers from thy pretty, upturned face—
Is breathed in thy unstudied grace.
I gaze on thee, and fancies start
To sudden blossom in my heart.
Years all too quickly troop along,
Named some for sorrow, some for song;
Ever the summer's heat we dread;
Winter brings storms upon our head;
Yet spring returns, and in her smile
Earth hath forgot her wreck and toil:
Sweet child of spring, a joy alway,
Right welcome, blue Nemophela!
Alameda, Cal., 1885.