"Have you walked in the woods When twilight wraps a veil of mist Around the gray-green trees In early spring? It is then the snow-white trillium Gleam like stars from the carpet Of last year's leaves: And tall white violets glow Like clouds of nebulae along the path. And flecked, like points of light In the quiet pools of water Among the gray-green boles, Are the stars of heaven."
