By Jean Starr Untermeyer
FAREWELL, you country beauties,
For the first time I have been your lover;
At last I know your perfections
And my heart leans back and lingers after me.
I’ll give you tributes every one.
Not only to you, staunch hills ruffled in green,
Nor just to you, sly lake that quivers with hidden laughter,
But to the powdered blueberry as well
That flirts so primly with the passer-by.
Golden-glow, I salute your aggressive yellow;
I like the natural way you flaunt yourselves.
Scythe-swing of the golden Sun
That swathes the whole world into a glittering bundle;