<h2><SPAN name="page75"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>ALL FOR ME</h2>
<p class="poetry">The world grows green on a thousand
hills—<br/>
By a thousand willows the bees are humming,<br/>
And a million birds by a million rills,<br/>
Sing of the golden season coming.<br/>
But, gazing out on the sun-kist lea,<br/>
And hearing a thrush and a blue-bird singing,<br/>
I feel that the summer is all for me,<br/>
And all for me are the joys it is bringing.</p>
<p class="poetry">All for me the bumble-bee<br/>
Drones his song in the perfect weather;<br/>
And, just on purpose to sing to me,<br/>
Thrush and blue-bird came North together.<br/>
Just for me, in red and white,<br/>
Bloom and blossom the fields of clover;<br/>
And all for me and my delight<br/>
The wild Wind follows and plays the lover.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page76"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
76</span>The mighty sun, with a scorching kiss<br/>
(I have read, and heard, and do not doubt it)<br/>
Has burned up a thousand worlds like this,<br/>
And never stopped to think about it.<br/>
And yet I believe he hurries up<br/>
Just on purpose to kiss my flowers—<br/>
To drink the dew from the lily-cup,<br/>
And help it to grow through golden hours.</p>
<p class="poetry">I know I am only a speck of dust,<br/>
An individual mite of masses,<br/>
Clinging upon the outer crust<br/>
Of a little ball of cooling gases.<br/>
And yet, and yet, say what you will,<br/>
And laugh, if you please, at my lack of reason,<br/>
For me wholly, and for me still,<br/>
Blooms and blossoms the Summer season.</p>
<p class="poetry">Nobody else has ever heard<br/>
The story the Wind to me discloses;<br/>
And none but I and the humming-bird<br/>
Can read the hearts of the crimson roses.<br/>
Ah, my Summer—my love—my own!<br/>
The world grows glad in your smiling weather;<br/>
Yet all for me, and me alone,<br/>
You and your Court came North together.</p>
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