This forest looks the way
Nightingales sound.
Tall larches lilt and sway
Above the glittering ground:
The wild white cherry spray
Scatters radiance round.
The chuckle of the nightingale
Is like this elfin wood.
Even as his gleaming trills assail
The spirit’s solitude,
These leaves of light, these branches frail
Are music’s very mood.
The song of these fantastic trees,
The plumes of frost they wear,
Are for the poet’s whim who sees
Through a deceptive air,
And has an ear for melodies
When never a sound is there.
_Amelia Josephine Burr_
Amelia Josephine Burr was born in New York City in 1878. She was
educated at Hunter College and has made her home in Englewood, New
Jersey.
A great range of interests has been the outstanding feature of her
work. Too often she yields to her own facility, but there is decided
vigor in many pages of _The Roadside Fire_ (1912), _In Deep Places_
(1914) and _Life and Living_ (1916).