A Lady of the Snows

The mountain hemlock droops her lacy branches

Oh, so tenderly

In the summer sun!

Yet she has power to baffle avalanches-

She, rising slenderly

Where the rivers run.

So pliant yet so powerful! Oh, see her

Spread alluringly

Her thin sea-green dress!

Now from white winter's thrall the sun would free her

To bloom unenduringly

In his glad caress.