10
In your song
Like the joy
Of a boy
Left to run
In the sun,-- 15
Left to play
All the day.
Bobolink,
_Spink-a-chink!_

FOOTNOTE:

[1] 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.

All the birds call for you,
Out of the sky; 10
May is here waiting,
And here, too, am I.

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