Carman, Bliss, (1861-1929)
Who passed this way and left this trace
Of beauty in so wild a place,
To stir our souls with marveling
At so incredible a thing?
Who sent this living miracle
In the deep Northern woods to dwell,
Where only hermit thrushes come
And the shy brown bear makes his home?
Whence was the inspiration caught?
Whose was the sudden happy thought?
Or whose the impulse thus to bless
The rough untrodden wilderness?
Deep in our hearts glad tidings say,
Beauty herself came by this way,
And with a wisdom older far
Than alphabet or calendar,
Cast off her sandal as she sped
Lest we should miss the way she fled.
And so forever we pursue
The shadowy trail of Beauty's shoe,
And for her sake must leave behind
Riches and rest and peace of mind,
To follow on that shining trace,
With beating heart and breathless pace.
By darkling wood and haunted stream,
Still lured by the enchanting gleam,
Wherever the long way may lead,
To keep the trail is all our need.
On simple fare, in poor attire,
Torn and waylaid by flint and briar,
With the lone dawn upon the height
Or the great desert stars by night,
Through burning sun and blinding snow
Untiring and content we go,
If only so we may behold
Dear Beauty's self ere we are old.
I've been trying to get out and walk on
the days I feel well enough. Yesterday
as I walked I spotted these lovely lady
slippers. When I lived in Louisiana I
had a greenhouse full of over 300 orchids
and Lady slippers were certainly among
my favorites. Chris (between 5 and 10 then) called
them the saxophone orchids because of the shape of
their blooms. Unfortunately, these walks are exactly
what's making me feel worse as I caught the weather
report this morning and noticed that mold is through
the roof. Mold is one of the worst offenders where
my allergies are concerned so I'll not be venturing
outside at all until I'm feeling a great deal
Meanwhile, I managed to finish the first
web sock out of the luscious purple koigu.
The more I knit with this colorway the
more I enjoy it. I'd love to do an entire
sweater out of the stuff. Hey Debbi, can you
dye some yarn these colors for me?