Answer:
Explanation:
Come, soft Chinook, and lift thy glowing face
Above the line of yonder fir-crowned hill;
Free ice-bound meadows, loose the frozen rill,
With thy warm breath and magic touch of grace.
Oh, dear Chinook, send one long, laughing glance
Across this glittering stretch of sudden snow;
Set grasses greening and the rose ablow,
Stir purple violets from their fragrant trance.
Set April’s skies in mid-December’s world,
Shake April’s laughter, every pulse to thrill,
Wake silver bird-notes on yon silent hill,
Let this dull sea with sun-flakes be impearled.
Come, soft Chinook—for gentle pity’s sake;
Set young hearts beating, young hearts all aglow,
Kiss from old veins the frost and ice and snow, —
And like a silver bugle cry—“Awake!”
