Excerpt from The Legend of the Trailing Arbutus N or yet from notes of warbling bird Was this strange tale in wonder heard; Not dancing stream, nor sighing breeze, Nor insects humming in the trees The story was not told by these. A tiny voice, so low and sweet, Made clearest music at my feet, And as I stooped to listen well That I to others, too, might tell, A blossom from arbutus vine Lifted its sweet face to mine. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.