VII — Berkshire — Notes
Winter Sun (Lenox)
There was a bush with scarlet berries
And there were hemlocks heaped with snow;
With a sound like surf on long sea-beaches
They took the wind and let it go.
The hills were shining in their samite,
Fold after fold they flowed away—
“Let come what may,” your eyes were saying,
“At least we two have had to-day.”