Alice MacDonald Kipling

“ The wind-flower danced upon its slender stem;
A foot above the ground the young corn stood,
And over all was poured a golden flood
Of warm May sunshine—in its radiant light
The whole world seemed transfigured to the sight. ”

“ And still he was light enough to swim,
With silver chains I bound him down,
There was never a corpse so hard to drown.
"His black hair lines an eagle's nest
On a sea girt cliff in the lonesome west ”