THE TRILLIUM

O TRILLIUM dear I am glad you are here, While March rains are pattering, Brooklets are clattering, Kinglets are chattering, And you, pretty thing, Are just smiling and dreaming of spring.

O shade-loving sprite, The cañon’s delight,— Three petals wine-red, Three leaves broadly spread, You leap from your bed In joy, pretty thing, To sway in the breezes of spring.