B 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 Younger than we are, O children, and frailer, Soon in blue air they'll be, Singer and sailor. We, so much older, We shall look down on the They shall go flying In spite of our wisdom THE FLOWERS X 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, SUMMER SUN REAT is the sun, and wide he goes 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, W THE DUMB SOLDIER HEN the grass was closely mown, In the turf a hole I found Spring and daisies came apace; Under grass alone he lies, When the grass is ripe like grain, I shall find him, never fear, and come, I shall find my soldier dumb. |