And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken.


Collected Poems (ed. 1949)


And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken.

And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken.

And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken.

And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken.