Hillsboro People. Dorothy Canfield Fisher

      Vermont (Poem)

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      VERMONT

      Wide and shallow in the cowslip marshes

      Floods the freshet of the April snow.

       Late drifts linger in the hemlock gorges,

      Through the brakes and mosses trickling slow

      Where the Mayflower,

      Where the painted trillium, leaf and blow.

       Foliaged deep, the cool midsummer maples

      Shade the porches of the long white street;

       Trailing wide, Olympian elms lean over

      Tiny churches where the highroads meet.

      Fields of fireflies

      Wheel all night like stars among the wheat.

       Blaze the mountains in the windless autumn

      Frost-clear, blue-nooned, apple-ripening days;

       Faintly fragrant in the farther valleys

      Smoke of many bonfires swells the haze;

      Fair-bound cattle

      Plod with lowing up the meadowy ways.

       Roaring snows down-sweeping from the uplands

      Bury the still valleys, drift them deep.

       Low along the mountain, lake-blue shadows,

      Sea-blue shadows in the hollows sleep.

      High above them

      Blinding crystal is the sunlit steep.