In naked trees about me jackdaws shriek, the woodpecker knocks on, busy and sly; over the ferns, hither and yon, a streak of lemon-yellow marks a butterfly. A hawk swoops like an arrow, with poised beak, sheering from the plow-handle toward the sky. Heaven, the bud-sower, shows a laughing cheek, and from the fields the Easter-psalms ring high. |