Harriet Monroe

From “Carolina Wood-cuts”

PURPLE mountains—oh, purple and blue—

Rippling under the sky;

And against them, nearer and brighter,

The many-colored trees,

With tasseled boughs uplifted,

And flowery young leaves.

And before me, trailing down the slope,

The dogwood, like a snow-nymph,

Leads the filmy-robed Spring.