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The
Book of the Native
by
Charles G.D. Roberts
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The
Quest of the Arbutus
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For
days the drench of noiseless rains,
Then sunshine on the vacant plains,
And April with her blind desire
A vagrant in my veins!
Because the tardy gods grew kind,
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Unrest
and care were cast behind;
I took a day, and found the world
Was fashioned to my mind.
The swelling sap that thrilled the wood
Was cousin to my eager blood;
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I caught
the stir of waking roots,
And knew that life was good.
But something in the odors fleet,
And in the sap’s suggestion sweet,
Was lacking,—one thing everywhere
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the spring complete.
At length within a leafy nest,
Where spring’s persuasions pleaded best,
I found a pale, reluctant flower,
The purpose of my quest.
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And
then the world’s expectancy
Grew clear: I knew its need to be
Not this dear flower, but one dear hand
To pluck the flower with me. |
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