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Amid a hedge, where the first leaves Were peeping from their sheathes so sly, We saw four eggs within a nest, And they were blue as a summer sky. 10
An elder branch dipped in the brook; We wondered why it moved, and found A silken-haired smooth water-rat Nibbling, and swimming round and round.
Where daisies open'd to the sun, 15 In a broad meadow, green and white, The lambs were racing eagerly-- We never saw a prettier sight.
We saw upon the shady banks Long rows of golden flowers shine, And first mistook for buttercups 5 The star-shaped yellow celandine.
Anemones and primroses, And the blue violets of spring, We found, while listening by a hedge To hear a merry plowman sing. 10
And from the earth the plow turned up There came a sweet, refreshing smell, Such as the lily of the vale Sends forth from many a woodland dell.
And leaning from the old stone bridge, 15 Below, we saw our shadows lie; And through the gloomy arches watched The swift and fearless swallows fly.
We heard the speckle-breasted lark As it sang somewhere out of sight, 20 And tried to find it, but the sky Was filled with clouds of dazzling light.
We saw young rabbits near the woods And heard the pheasant's wings go "whir"; And then we saw a squirrel leap 5 From an old oak tree to a fir.
We came back by the village fields, A pleasant walk it was across 'em, For all behind the houses lay The orchards red and white with blossom. 10
Were I to tell you all we saw, I'm sure that it would take me hours; For the whole landscape was alive With bees, and birds, and buds, and flowers.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
ENGLAND, 1564-1616
"Over Hill, Over Dale"
Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire. I do wander everywhere, 5 Swifter than the moone's sphere. And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green; The cowslips tall her pensioners be, In their gold coats spots you see,-- 10 Those be rubies, Fairy favors: In those freckles live their savors. I must go seek some dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
ALFRED TENNYSON
ENGLAND, 1809-1892
The Throstle
"Summer is coming, summer is coming, I know it, I know it, I know it. Light again, leaf again, love again." Yes, my wild little Poet.
"Love again, song again, nest again, young again." Never a prophet so crazy! 10 And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend, See, there is hardly a daisy.
"Here again, here, here, here, happy year!" O warble, unchidden, unbidden! Summer is coming, is coming, my dear, 15 And all the winters are hidden.
JANE TAYLOR
ENGLAND, 1783-1824
The Violet
Down in a green and shady bed A modest violet grew, Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view.
And yet it was a lovely flower, 5 Its colors bright and fair! It might have graced a rosy bower Instead of hiding there.
Yet there it was content to bloom In modest tints arrayed; 10 And there diffused its sweet perfume Within the silent shade.
Then let me to the valley go, This pretty flower to see, That I may also learn to grow 15 In sweet humility.
CLINTON SCOLLARD
AMERICA, 1860-
Bobolink
FOOTNOTE:
From "A Boy's Book of Rhyme."
FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN
AMERICA, 1860-
The Four Winds
In winter, when the wind I hear, I know the clouds will disappear; For 'tis the wind who sweeps the sky And piles the snow in ridges high.
In spring, when stirs the wind, I know 5 That soon the crocus buds will show; For 'tis the wind who bids them wake And into pretty blossoms break.
In summer, when it softly blows, Soon red I know will be the rose; 10 For 'tis the wind to her who speaks, And brings the blushes to her cheeks.
In autumn, when the wind is up, I know the acorn's out its cup; For 'tis the wind who takes it out, And plants an oak somewhere about.
LUCY LARCOM
AMERICA, 1826-1893
The Violet
Dear little violet, 5 Don't be afraid! Lift your blue eyes From the rock's mossy shade.
Why do you shiver so, Violet, sweet? Soft is the meadow grass, 15 Under my feet.
Wrapped in your hood of green, Violet, why Peep from your earth door, So silent and shy?
FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN
AMERICA, 1860-
Pebbles
Out of a pellucid brook 5 Pebbles round and smooth I took: Like a jewel every one Caught a color from the sun,-- Ruby red and sapphire blue, Emerald and onyx too, 10 Diamond and amethyst,-- Not a precious stone I missed: Gems I held from every land In the hollow of my hand. Workman Water these had made 15 Patiently through sun and shade, With the ripples of the rill He had polished them until, Smooth, symmetrical, and bright, Each one sparkling in the light Showered within its burning heart All the lapidary's art; And the brook seemed thus to sing: 5 Patience conquers everything!
BJ?RNSTJERNE BJ?RNSON
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