Some days ago I heard a lilting meadow-lark ... A robin's wistful wishing for the rain; While far aloft, the honking, north-bound geese Repeated a fast-vanishing refrain. But yesterday I saw the shimmering mist of green Where tree-buds smiled their rapture to be free, A sleepy gopher huddled in the sun, A hurrying brook that laughed its ecstasy. And now today Some towsled-headed lads, intent On spinning marbles to a magic ring, With nimble-footed lassies skipping ropes, Re-echo Nature's accolade to spring. |