Wild Garden

by Bliss Carman


 

IN APRIL


 

Spring-beauty is a gipsy
Who travels by my road,
And makes my April pasture
The place of her abode.

Dark Trillium in purple,

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Hepatica in gray,
Spread mystery of their coming
Through woodlands where they stray.

The Wildflowers that gather
Along the orchard wall

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In welcome flutter toward me,
Yet never speak at all.

But after all the wilding,
I only love the more
The golden-hearted Daffies

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That crowd about my door.