Tyrian laces bloom in tide,
Scarlet roses, I confide,
A blossom yours I dare to see;
For now you have forgiven me—
A river sang to bless my stride;
The hornets fly as mellow eyed
As adders bide their sting, I see;
For now you have forgiven me—
The rivers cup a salmon fare,
The waters deep, a golden glare,
In sun they clamor carelessly;
For now you have forgiven me—
The pines who loom about the...