II NEST EGGS IRDS all the sunny day Here in the arbour-like Tent of the laurel. Here in the fork The brown nest is seated; Four little blue eggs The mother keeps heated. While we stand watching her, Bird's little babies. Soon the frail eggs they shall Chip, and upspringing, Make all the April woods. Merry with singing. Younger than we are, O children, and frailer, Soon in blue air they'll be, Singer and sailor. We, so much older, Taller and stronger, We shall look down on the Birdies no longer. They shall go flying With musical speeches In spite of our wisdom A III THE FLOWERS LL the names I know from nurse: Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse, Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock, And the Lady Hollyhock. Fairy places, fairy things, Fairy woods where the wild bee wings, Tiny trees for tiny dames These must all be fairy names! Tiny woods below whose boughs Fair are grown-up people's trees, G IV SUMMER SUN REAT is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven without repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays. Though closer still the blinds we pull Yet he will find a chink or two The dusty attic spider-clad He, through the keyhole, maketh glad; Meantime his golden face around Above the hills, along the blue, Round the bright air with footing true, WH V THE DUMB SOLDIER HEN the grass was closely mown, In the turf a hole I found When the grass is ripe like grain, I shall find him, never fear, He has lived, a little thing, |