Trysting in Clover
I laid amid the hum of bumblebees,
And O, and O,
Above me, to and fro,
The clover-heads were tossing in the breeze!
And O, and O, from meadow, wood or height,
Afar or near,
Came sweet the whistle clear,
Athwart the sunny silence, Bob—Bob—White!
The heaven in the south arched low and blue,—
Too low and blue,
For clouds to wander thro',
And so they moored at rest as white ships do.
And O, and O, how cool their shadows lay
Upon the lea,
In dark embroidery!
How sweet the mock-bird sang, O perfect day!
My heart gave answer, Bird, for thee and me,
O perfect day!
For she is on her way,
I know, to join me in my reverie!
Between that time and now, lie many years
And O, and O,
And O, time changes so!
The spring and summer wane and autumn seres.
Sing, Mockingbird, upon the bending bough,
Sing as of yore!
My heart responds no more—
She's listening to sweeter music now!
I laid amid the hum of bumblebees,
And O, and O,
Above me, to and fro,
The clover-heads were tossing in the breeze!
And O, and O, from meadow, wood or height,
Afar or near,
Came sweet the whistle clear,
Athwart the sunny silence, Bob—Bob—White!
The heaven in the south arched low and blue,—
Too low and blue,
For clouds to wander thro',
And so they moored at rest as white ships do.
And O, and O, how cool their shadows lay
Upon the lea,
In dark embroidery!
How sweet the mock-bird sang, O perfect day!
My heart gave answer, Bird, for thee and me,
O perfect day!
For she is on her way,
I know, to join me in my reverie!
Between that time and now, lie many years
And O, and O,
And O, time changes so!
The spring and summer wane and autumn seres.
Sing, Mockingbird, upon the bending bough,
Sing as of yore!
My heart responds no more—
She's listening to sweeter music now!
And O, and O,
Above me, to and fro,
The clover-heads were tossing in the breeze!
And O, and O, from meadow, wood or height,
Afar or near,
Came sweet the whistle clear,
Athwart the sunny silence, Bob—Bob—White!
The heaven in the south arched low and blue,—
Too low and blue,
For clouds to wander thro',
And so they moored at rest as white ships do.
And O, and O, how cool their shadows lay
Upon the lea,
In dark embroidery!
How sweet the mock-bird sang, O perfect day!
My heart gave answer, Bird, for thee and me,
O perfect day!
For she is on her way,
I know, to join me in my reverie!
Between that time and now, lie many years
And O, and O,
And O, time changes so!
The spring and summer wane and autumn seres.
Sing, Mockingbird, upon the bending bough,
Sing as of yore!
My heart responds no more—
She's listening to sweeter music now!
I laid amid the hum of bumblebees,
And O, and O,
Above me, to and fro,
The clover-heads were tossing in the breeze!
And O, and O, from meadow, wood or height,
Afar or near,
Came sweet the whistle clear,
Athwart the sunny silence, Bob—Bob—White!
The heaven in the south arched low and blue,—
Too low and blue,
For clouds to wander thro',
And so they moored at rest as white ships do.
And O, and O, how cool their shadows lay
Upon the lea,
In dark embroidery!
How sweet the mock-bird sang, O perfect day!
My heart gave answer, Bird, for thee and me,
O perfect day!
For she is on her way,
I know, to join me in my reverie!
Between that time and now, lie many years
And O, and O,
And O, time changes so!
The spring and summer wane and autumn seres.
Sing, Mockingbird, upon the bending bough,
Sing as of yore!
My heart responds no more—
She's listening to sweeter music now!
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