VI.
Oh, will you sit and wait, When fields, erst desolate, Now are intoxicate With life that flowers? Purple with love and rife With their fierce budded life, Passion and rosy strife Drained from warm winds and the turbulent showers?
Oh, will you sit and wait, When fields, erst desolate, Now are intoxicate With life that flowers? Purple with love and rife With their fierce budded life, Passion and rosy strife Drained from warm winds and the turbulent showers?