Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | March 20, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Dogwood Blossoms

by George Marion McClellan (1860 – 1934).


Dogwood Blossoms (1895)


To dreamy languors and the violet mist 

  Of early Spring, the deep sequestered vale 

Gives first her paling-blue Miami mist, 

  Where blithely pours the cuckoo’s annual tale 

Of Summer promises and tender green,                                 5

  Of a new life and beauty yet unseen. 

The forest trees have yet a sighing mouth, 

  Where dying winds of March their branches swing, 

While upward from the dreamy, sunny South, 

  A hand invisible leads on the Spring.                                     10


His rounds from bloom to bloom the bee begins 

  With flying song, and cowslip wine he sups, 

Where to the warm and passing southern winds, 

  Azaleas gently swing their yellow cups. 

Soon everywhere, with glory through and through,           15

  The fields will spread with every brilliant hue. 

But high o’er all the early floral train, 

  Where softness all the arching sky resumes, 

The dogwood dancing to the winds’ refrain, 

  In stainless glory spreads its snowy blooms.                        20



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