Well, since you ask,–I have such a pleasant task,I can not help but sing!‘Why do I smile–Tra-la-la-la-la!Working the while?–Tra-la-la-la-la!Work like this is play,–So I’m playing all the day–I can not help but smile!‘So, If you please–Tra-la-la-la-la!Live at your ease!–Tra-la-la-la-la!You’ve only got to turn,And, you see, its bound to churn–I can not help but please!’The farmer…
Very clean; and the light is shedSoft through the window-shade.Yesterday I thought: ‘I knowJust how the bells will sound, and howThe friends will talk, and the sermon go,And the hearse-horse bow and bow!’This is to-day; and I have no thingTo think of– nothing whatever to doBut to hear the throb of the pulse of a…
And a face as fair as the summer dawn?–You answer back, but I wander on,–For you say: ‘Oh, yes; but his eyes were gray,And his face as dim as a rainy day.’Good friends, I query, I search for Love;His eyes are as blue as the skies above,And his smile as bright as the midst of…
An’ wunst one time he creepIn Pa’s big chair, he did, one night,An’ squint an’ shut his eyes bofe tight,An’ say, ‘Now I ‘m asleep.’An’ nen we knowed, an’ Ma know’ too,He _ain’t_ asleep no more ‘n you!An’ wunst he clumbed on our back’fenceAn’ flop his arms an’ nen commenceTo crow, like he’s a hen;But…
Far too old to comprehendWhere its bond was first begun:Mirage-like before my gazeGleams a land of other days,Where two truant boys, astray,Dream their lazy lives away.There’s a vision, in the guiseOf Midsummer, where the PastLike a weary beggar liesIn the shadow Time has cast;And as blends the bloom of treesWith the drowsy hum of bees,Fragrant…
Ef I hain’t missed that train ag’in!Chuff! And whistle! And toot! And ring!But blast and blister the dasted train–!How it does it I can’t explain!Git here thirty-five minutes beforeThe durn things due–! And, drat the thingIt’ll manage to git past-shore!The more I travel around, the moreI got no sense–! To stand right hereAnd let it…
And brag o’ _their_ old States and interprize–Yit _settle_ here; and ‘fore they realize,They’re ‘hoosier’ as the rest of us, and liveRight here at home, boys, with their past fergive!Right here at home, boys, is the place, I guess,Fer me and you and plain old happiness:We hear the World’s lots grander–likely so,–We’ll take the World’s…
All the woods were airyWith the gloom and gleam;Crickets in the cloverClattered clear and strong,And the bees droned overTheir old honey-song.In the mossy passes,Saucy grasshoppersLeapt about the grassesAnd the thistle-burs;And the whispered chuckleOf the katydidShook the honeysuckleBlossoms where he hid.Through the breezy mazesOf the lazy June,Drowsy with the hazesOf the dreamy noon,Little Pixy peopleWinged above…
And blazoned so forever doth abideWithin my soul the legend glorified.Though awful tempests thunder overhead,I deem that God is not disquieted,–The faith that trembles somewhat yet is sureThrough storm and darkness of a way secure.Bleak winters, when the naked spirit hearsThe break of hearts, through stinging sleet of tears,I deem that God is not disquieted;Against…
That dandles high the dainty bird that flutters there to trill aTremulously tender song of greeting to the May.Bravest, too, of all the trees! — none to match your daring,–First of greens to greet the Spring and lead in leafy sheen;–Aye, and you’re the last — almost into winter wearingStill the leaf of loyalty —…
