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1894.
The Rhododendron Bells.
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THE RHODODENDRON BELLS.
TO J. B. N., SEATTLE.
Across the warm night's subtle dusk,
Where linger yet the purple light
And perfume of the wild, rich musk,
So softly burning, softly bright
Tremble the rhododendron bells,
The rose-pink rhododendron bells.
Tall, slender trees of evergreen
That know the winds of Puget Sea,
And narrow leaves of satin's sheen,
And clusters of sweet mystery,—
Mysterious rhododendron bells,
Rare, crimson rhododendron bells.
O hearken,—hush! And lean thy ear
Tuned for an elfin melody!
And tell me now, dost thou not hear
Those voices of soft mystery?
Voices of silver-throated bells,
Of dreaming rhododendron bells.
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