Of April O the Delicate Sighs of Ferns

When snow, which veils the slumber of lakes Withdraws in mist and the speckled earth Is damp with leaves’ regenerative breath, I return, as I must, where the willows Rebelliously fly their green banners Against the perilous Canadian clouds.

When mist, which hails the warming of earth Raises its skirt over moss bordered streams I come with new love in the fold of my arm, Regard how white violets kiss the new sun.

For us the long winter was frozen endurance And dreaming of love through the trackless stars.