To build the trout a crystal stair To comb the hillside' thick green hai To water jewel-weed and rushes; To teach first notex to baby thrushes; To. flavour raspberry and apple And make s whirling pool to duppte With scattered gold of lute October; To urge wise laughter on the sober And lend a dream to those who laugh.
To chant the beetle's epitaph To mirror the blue dragonfly, Frail air-plane of a slender sky; Over the stones to lull and-leap Herding the bubbles like white sheep; The claims of worry. to deny, And whisper sorrow into sleep; Grace Hazard Conkling.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.