A Blossoming Bough
A blossoming bough against the sky,And all my blood is aleap with life,As though glad violins went byIn wild delicious strife!And the Suisun Hills again are green!And I am a boy in the canyons deep,Where the gray sycamores flicker and lean,And waters plunge and sleep.A light, quick wind blows into my heart,Faint with the breath of apple trees;And my lyric lark is back with a start—And orchards like white seas!
A blossoming bough against the sky,And all my blood is aleap with life,As though glad violins went byIn wild delicious strife!And the Suisun Hills again are green!And I am a boy in the canyons deep,Where the gray sycamores flicker and lean,And waters plunge and sleep.A light, quick wind blows into my heart,Faint with the breath of apple trees;And my lyric lark is back with a start—And orchards like white seas!
A blossoming bough against the sky,And all my blood is aleap with life,As though glad violins went byIn wild delicious strife!
A blossoming bough against the sky,
And all my blood is aleap with life,
As though glad violins went by
In wild delicious strife!
And the Suisun Hills again are green!And I am a boy in the canyons deep,Where the gray sycamores flicker and lean,And waters plunge and sleep.
And the Suisun Hills again are green!
And I am a boy in the canyons deep,
Where the gray sycamores flicker and lean,
And waters plunge and sleep.
A light, quick wind blows into my heart,Faint with the breath of apple trees;And my lyric lark is back with a start—And orchards like white seas!
A light, quick wind blows into my heart,
Faint with the breath of apple trees;
And my lyric lark is back with a start—
And orchards like white seas!