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O wild wildflowers that bloom in the spring
—How I wish I were wild like you!
To be wild with your each feral coloring,
Every nuance, shade, tint, tone, and hue.
As wild as your spectral abandoning,
Let my verses be wild—like you!
Let each passion, each feeling, have freedom to sing
As your colors, so wild, bright, and true.
O wild wildflowers that sing in my heart
—Let us sing! wildly now, me and you;
Before late summer’s sun soon bids us part;
Before you must bid me adieu.
As your sweet wild faces now sing in my heart,
Let my heart sing to you, wild and free;
Let my words be the wild lyric counterpart
To your vernal art—oh, let them be
As savage as your love of sunshine;
As reckless as your love of rain;
As moonstruck as your love of moonshine;
As rabid your newborn refrain;
As passionate as is your pollen;
As rampant and free as your seed,
Which, into my heart’s earth, has fallen,
As wanton and mad as love’s deed.
As unfettered as is your spirit;
As untamed as your spring-pulsing heart;
As wild as your joy not to fear it;
As restless as your roots to start;
As fevered as your love of freedom;
As fierce as your love of the bee;
—God, as sweet as your scents now to me come;
Oh, as wild might I be—and as free!
O wild wildflowers that bloom in the spring
—How I blossom in spirit with you!
How rejoices my heart to release all the things
Chill winter froze up in me, blue.
O wild wildflowers, in wild shimmerings
—Let us dance!—wildly now—just we two;
Let us sing! while our season such joy to us brings,
While our two hearts beat wildly and true.
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