Green Things Growing No sweet sight can I remember In the spring. WILLIAM MARTIN. Mine Host of "The Golden Apple A goodly host one day was mine, That hung from a long branch, ripe and fine. My host was the bountiful apple-tree; And light-winged guests came not a few, I slept at night on a downy bed When I asked what reckoning there might be, THOMAS WESTWOOD. The Tree I love thee when thy swelling buds appear, And round thee lies the smooth, untrodden snow, JONES VERY. Green Things Growing A Young Fir-Wood These little firs to-day are things Shall cherish them in strength and sap, Green Things Growing All seed is in the sower's hands: And what at first was trained to spread DANTE G. ROSSETTI. The Snowing of the Pines Softer than silence, stiller than still air Float down from high pine-boughs the slender leaves. The forest floor its annual boon receives That comes like snowfall, tireless, tranquil, fair. Or those strange blossoms the witch-hazels wear. way; High up, the crows are gathering for the night; They fall and fall, till at November's close The Procession of the Flowers First came the primrose, On the bank high, Like a maiden looking forth From the window of a tower When the battle rolls below, And saw the storms go by. Then came the wind-flower So totter'd she, Dishevell'd in the wind. Then came the daisies, On the first of May, Like a banner'd show's advance While the crowd runs by the way, With ten thousand flowers about them they came trooping through the fields. As a happy people come, So came they, As a happy people come When the war has roll'd away, Green Things Growing With dance and tabor, pipe and drum, Then came the cowslip, Like a dancer in the fair, She spread her little mat of green, With a fillet bound about her brow, A golden fillet round her brow, And rubies in her hair. SYDNEY DObell. Sweet Peas Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight: How silent comes the water round that bend! JOHN KEATS. |