We Gathered Mountain Bluebells

Today I climbed again remembered hills

And gathered Mountain Bluebells there with you.

Can you recall with me the childish thrills

We found within those mystic cups of blue?

I wonder if your Far-off Land can boast

Low-rolling flowered hillsides in the spring

Where wandering children may behold a host

Of Mountain Bells that match a bluebird's wing?

In memory again our arms are filled

With fragrant blossoms that we picked today

While singing in the sun our voices trilled

An echoing and lilting roundelay.

Again we know our childhood's happy bliss,

Our mother's tender smile, her thank-you kiss.