Passing the visions, passing the night,
Passing, unloosing the hold of my comrades’ hands,
Passing the song of the hermit bird and the tallying song of my soul,
Victorious song, death’s outlet song, yet varying ever-altering song,
As low and wailing, yet clear the notes, rising and falling, flooding the night,
Sadly sinking and fainting, as warning and warning, and yet again bursting with joy,
Covering the earth and filling the spread of the heaven,
As that powerful psalm in the night I heard from recesses,
Passing, I leave thee lilac with heart-shaped leaves,
I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming, returning with spring.
Walt Whitman, from ‘When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d’
It’s a pin, 1.25” across. Made in the US. Metal, like all good pins should be. Put it on your favorite sack, satchel or sundries holder.
The Hermit Thrush is the VT state bird. It’s also the spirit animal at Tanglefoot.