A DAY FOR WANDERING
by: Clinton Scollard (1860-1932)
- SET apart
a day for wandering;
- I heard the woodlands ring,
- The hidden white-throat sing,
- And the harmonic West,
- Beyond a far hill-crest,
- Touch its Aeolian string.
- Remote from all the brawl and bruit of men,
- The iron tongue of Trade,
- I followed the clear calling of a wren
- Deep to the bosom of a sheltered glade,
- Where interwoven branches spread a shade
- Of soft cool beryl like the evening seas
- Unruffled by the breeze.
- And there -- and there--
- I watched the maiden-hair,
- The pale blue iris-grass,
- The water-spider in its pause and pass
- Upon a pool that like a mirror was.
- I took for confidant
- The diligent ant
- Threading the clover and the sorrel aisles;
- For me were all the smiles
- Of the sequestered blossoms there abloom--
- Chalice and crown and plume;
- I drank the ripe rich attars blurred and blent,
- And won -- Content!
POEMS BY CLINTON SCOLLARD
"A Day for Wandering"
is reprinted from Modern American Poetry. Ed. Louis Untermeyer.
New York: Harcourt, Brace and Howe, 1919.