When in early summer lonely narcissi

When in early summer lonely narcissi
bloom hidden in the meadow and the
rock-rose gleams under the maple….

The splendor of the simple.

Only image formed keeps the vision.
Yet image formed rests in the poem.

How could cheerfulness stream
through us if we wanted to shun
sadness?

Pain gives of its healing power
where we least expect it.

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