Now the calyx of ice has broken, and the waterfall
bursts into flower.
The bloom is all
eddies and foam and spray, and in a trice
the water thrushes rush to the bower
and drink of blue nectar.
the verdant cascade
of mists and pebbles. Up, up they climb
with their music, matching the chime
of the waves. It is a song
continual as the flowing of the slopes, strong
The thrushes throng
hidden nooks, ravines, honey-sweet
gardens of waters.