A Painted Scroll of Summer

Between the sunburnt fields of grain

The feathered pear-trees step in rows,

And bluer than its jeweled name

The sand-pent sapphire water blows.

Along a ridge the angled pines

Repeat their inky accent lines.

Here is a birch-tree like a bird;

Bertha Ten Eyck Fames

There a white heron like a tree

Stands in the shallows quietly.

But when a sudden voice is heard

The heron curves its wings to fly

And blossoms on the sunny sky.

WHAT USE

"No kinsman o'er the crooked ways

Greet me as once in Yung-Yang."

Structure

16 lines · 4 stanzas