Analysis of Colorado Sonnet

The lark bunting trills with lovely refrain
In these soon-to-be, snow-laced, timbered hills.
I? I stroll with wonder through the terrain,
Enraptured with feelings a mystic feels.

My home, my heart from my earliest days,
Lies amid the fragrance of minted pines
Where distant snow-clad peaks are vaulted, raised
Like castle walls in lofty, staggered lines.

My heart, from boyhood’s earliest hours,
Pledged itself to these woods where aspens quake,
To these frigid creeks and perfumed flowers,
To the fog-filled valleys and hanging lakes.

Makes no difference: mountain or hill or grove …
    Where the lark bunting singing roves, I rove.