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<\/a><\/p>\nEllen, a poet herself, shares a birthday with Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) so it seemed appropriate to post this poem for the two of them today. Except that Ellen is actually At The North.<\/p>\n
To Ellen, At The South<\/em><\/p>\n The green grass is growing, \u2018Tis a tune of the spring, O\u2019er ten thousand thousand acres Hark to the winning sound! \u201cO hasten, \u2018tis our time, \u201cO pride of thy race! \u201cFairest! choose the fairest members \u201cThou shalt command us all, \u201cO come, then, quickly come, \u2014Ralph Waldo Emerson<\/em><\/p>\n (Maybe by this time next year I can find one for Jeannie.)<\/p>\n A May bouquet from my sketchbook. Ellen, a poet herself, shares a birthday with Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) so it seemed appropriate to post this poem for the two of them today. Except that Ellen is actually At The North. To Ellen, At The South The green grass is growing, The morning wind is inRead more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[55,76,17,19,3],"class_list":["post-1705","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-sketchbook","tag-birthday","tag-flowers","tag-penink","tag-poem","tag-watercolor"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1705","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1705"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1705\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1712,"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1705\/revisions\/1712"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1705"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1705"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1705"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe morning wind is in it,
\n\u2018Tis a tune worth the knowing,
\nThough it change every minute.<\/p>\n
\nEvery year plays it over,
\nTo the robin on the wing,
\nTo the pausing lover.<\/p>\n
\nGoes light the nimble zephyr,
\nThe flowers, tiny feet of shakers,
\nWorship him ever.<\/p>\n
\nThey summon thee, dearest, Saying;
\n\u201cWe have drest for thee the ground,
\nNor yet thou appearest.<\/p>\n
\nEre yet the red summer
\nScorch our delicate prime,
\nLoved of bee, the tawny hummer.<\/p>\n
\nSad in sooth it were to ours,
\nIf our brief tribe miss thy face,\u2014
\nWe pour New England flowers.<\/p>\n
\nOf our lithe society;
\nJune\u2019s glories and September\u2019s
\nShow our love and piety.<\/p>\n
\nApril\u2019s cowslip, summer\u2019s clover
\nTo the gentian in the fall,
\nBlue-eyed pet of blue-eyed lover.<\/p>\n
\nWe are budding, we are blowing,
\nAnd the wind which we perfume
\nSings a tune that\u2019s worth thy knowing.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/a>Ellen<\/p>\n<\/a>Jean<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"