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In the gray beech shadows
Dewey violets hide,
Anemone and blood-root
Blossom side by side;
And the tall, white trillium
On her slender stem,
Like some pale Court beauty
Bends to them.


In the gray beech shadows
It was years ago
When last I saw the wind-flower
And Spring-beauty blow;
But my heart grows tender
With a yearning wild
For the woods I strayed in
When a child.


Is there any dainty
Tasting half so sweet
As the wild May-apple
That we used to eat?
Any costly jewel
With as rich a glow
As the red rose-heart showed
Long ago?