To loiter past the hazel thicket where
The baby nuts in such green growth were born,
And hid away with such especial care!
And then to lean against the ancient elm
That always watched my journeys to and fro,
And, looking upward, find the fairy realm
That only birds and children ever know!
Or, stretched full length upon the mossy ground,
Where fringing fern so tenderly uncurled,
How dear it was to catch the elfin sound
That sometimes echoes from the under-world,
And learn the secrets of the quiet nook
So fondly cherished by the faithful brook!
__Florence L. Snow.
Kansas In Literature__Part I. Poetry
Introduction by William Herbert Carruth
(Topeka: Crane & Co. 1900)