In the Village of Viger

by Duncan Campbell Scott


 

TO MY DAUGHTER

ELIZABETH DUNCAN SCOTT

 

ROBINS and bobolinks bubbling and tinkling,
  Shore-larks alive there high in the blue,
 Level in the sunlight the rye-field twinkling,
  The wind parts the cloud and a star leaps through,
 Ferns at the spring-head curling cool and tender,
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  Bloodroot in the tangle, violets by the larch,
 In the dusky evening the young moon slender,
  Glowing like a crocus in the dells of March;
 All a world of music, of laughter, and of lightness,
  Crushed to a diamond, rounded to a pearl,
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 Moulded to a flower bell—cannot match the brightness
  In the darling beauty of one sweet girl.
 
1896.