An altered look about the hills-
A Tyrian light the village fills-
A wider sunrise in the morn-
A deeper twilight on the lawn-
A print of a vermillion foot-
A purple finger on the slope-
A flippant fly upon the pane-
A spider at his trade again-
An added strut in Chanticleer-
A flower expected everywhere-
An axe shrill singing in the woods-
Fern odors on untravelled roads-
All this and more I cannot tell-
A furtive look you know as well-
And Nicodemus' Mystery
Receives its annual reply!