The Portland daily press., 1895-09-28
FRINGED GENTIANs.

Late do you come, alone
Beneath our chill October skies,
To meadows stretching on beside the
stream,
AS if you had not known
The long procession which had gone be-
TO re
Since when the crocus opened first
it's eyes,
First woke from it's long dream
And, peeping through the snow,
saw with surprise
Pale daffodils once more;
Heard bluebirds blithely sing
Mid Winters sudden rout the coming
Of the Spring.
You have not seen the bloom
Cloothe leaf1ess or (hard trees in pink
and white,
You have not seen the ortole in his
Seen golden Towering broom
Run over rocky slopes as runs the lame
OF forest fires burning in the night
Along a mountains side;
Nor have you come in time to catch
q sight
OF our home swallows tame,
Who all the summer long
SKINNED over fields made glad with
bobolink's gay song.
Now fields are brown and bare,
Dull, sober. lying under sober skies,
And only now is chirp OF cricket
heard;
Along the woods edge where
OF late the thrushes trilled penslve song
The screaming jay across the open
flies;
In color, flower and bird
AS MONDAY cloud and shadow har-
mOniZe,
To neither do we wrong
By saying both are blue
10 show that Natures goodnight
thought is true.
PURPLE FINCH.
Brown coated bird that Low es to sing
While poised upon rapid wing, .s@S's
Content in leafess woods to stay
Beneath November's skies OF gray,
| How sweet to hear
| Those few notes clear ~
| Ring out on days else said and drear
! Red hooded cousin to the warm
Pine Grosbeak Drawing winters storm,
| Is it for him you patient wait
Round clumps Of pine and spruce SO late:
| For him you sing
| The song you bring
| So early back again in spring.
| Or are you 10th as we should be
| To leave the CHEEKY chick. a-dee,
Have you longing in the spring,
AS we, to hear the blue ird sing2
| Or do you find
| Among our kind
| Companions suited to your mind?
SNOW 'BUNTINGS.
Brave hearts bold spirits stoutly ventur..
| ing forth
From the Indictment North
Your slender, graceful forms
Drawing the winters cold, the winters
icy storms
La to coming with the biting winds that
That drive the falling snow,
| Whirllng it everywhere,
With giddy dancing flakes filling the
darkened air,
You bring into the gloom Of these short
days
Bright thoughts of sunny rays
| To light our landscape soon,
| To kindle to the burning heat OF sum
mer's noon.
Nurslings of snow and ice, on frozen
ground
Your lone home nest is found,
Beside the HOldT pea,
Where groans ana means the ice in agony
Perchance in all your life you have not
seen
The fields and forests green;
Seen maple buds unfold,
And dandeliOns weave rare cloth OF gold.
You have not heard, perchance, the run
ming streams,
Nor III your happiest dream,
The liquid music heard
With which on summer eve woos klndre
bird.
What charms can we not offer for delay,
If you will only stay
Till the blithe swallow comes.
Till round the orchard trees the honey
storer huns!
Then shall you watch, delighted at the
sight,
The swallows darting flight;
With wonder then shall see
Bright rainbow -colored butterfly and bee.
Then shall there flash before your dazzled
eyes
The wealth of tropic dyes
| On ruby. throat but ;-but no,
| You would be hOmesick for the pure
white snowl