4590607Poems — SpringtimeSara Beaumont Kennedy
SPRINGTIME
THE willows glow gold in the sunlight,
  The robins, a-wing,
Spill out on the crystalline ether
    The lyric of spring.
There's a dream in the wind as it passes,
    A spell in the haze,

For the year has come back to the season
    Of do-nothing days.
The grass is shot white with sweet clover
    Like foam of green seas,
Where glean the freebooters of pillage—
    The vagabond bees.

There's a beckon for me in the shadows
    That ripple the plain,
A lure in the hide-and-seek sunshine,
    A call in the rain.
And in fancy I'm out on the hilltops,
    All care left behind,

Answering the dare that is wafted
    From gypsying wind;
Or, prone on my back in the clover
    Of meadow-sweet ways
I lie—just a loafer and dreamer
    These do-nothing days.