A WINDY DAY.
THERE'S not a leaf at peace;
The wind plays gaily with them all day long;
The willow swings and sways and sings its song,
The linden rustles, and the apple throws
Its arms about, and its green treasure shows,
The wind plays gaily with them all day long;
The willow swings and sways and sings its song,
The linden rustles, and the apple throws
Its arms about, and its green treasure shows,
There's not a flower still.
The poppies nod along the garden wall
In crimson glory; hollyhocks so tall
Sway back and forth; the marigold bends low
And looks into the bed where pansies grow.
The poppies nod along the garden wall
In crimson glory; hollyhocks so tall
Sway back and forth; the marigold bends low
And looks into the bed where pansies grow.
There's not a cloud at rest;
They float and change and seem to swim the sky,
Great snowy clouds, like birds that soar and fly;
The arching heavens are blue as blue can be,
And seem to bend to kiss the spreading sea.
They float and change and seem to swim the sky,
Great snowy clouds, like birds that soar and fly;
The arching heavens are blue as blue can be,
And seem to bend to kiss the spreading sea.
The waves dance in the sun;
They break in curling foam along the sand,
Singing a love song to the verdant land.
Light blends with shadow over mount and sea,—
Life seems but beauty, motion, melody.
They break in curling foam along the sand,
Singing a love song to the verdant land.
Light blends with shadow over mount and sea,—
Life seems but beauty, motion, melody.