I wandered thru the woods one day
When Autumn winds were hard at play;
The time when all the birds had flown,
And then I saw the heaven’s hue
Reflected in the fringed blue,
A dew filled gentian all alone.
It seemed to me that God had sent
That blossom as a hope portent
To stop me by the forest wall.
It filled the deep void in my heart,
Became of me a vital part;
The flower of heaven that God let fall.
– Circa 1924