Look, what a nice new coat is mine, Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Passing at home a patient life, Broods in the grass, while her husband sings, "Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Brood, kind creature; you need not fear Modest and shy as a nun is she, Spink, spank, spink; Never was I afraid of man, Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can! Six white eggs on a bed of hay, There as the mother sits all day, Robert is singing with all his might: 'Bob-o'-link, bob-o'link, Spink, spank, spink; Nice good wife, that never goes out, Soon as the little ones chip the shell, This new life is likely to be Hard for a gay young fellow, like me. Robert of Lincoln at length is made Off is his holiday garment laid, Half forgotten that merry air; "Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Nobody knows, but my mate and I, Summer wanes; the children are grown; Spink, spank, spink; When you can pipe that merry old strain, Chee, chee, chee." - William Cullen Bryan. B Apples in the orchard Mellowing one by one; Strawberries upturning Soft cheeks to the sun; Roses faint with sweetness, Lilies fair of face, Drowsy scents and murmurs Moonlight bright as day, Don't you think that summer's Pleasanter than May? Roger in the corn-patch Chestnuts in the ashes Bursting through the rind; All the afternoon, Don't you think that autumn's Little fairy snow-flakes Shadows come and go; Tinkling through the snow; Pleasanter than all? - Thomas Bailey Aldrich. THE MONKEY. ONKEY, little merry fellow, MONI Thou art Nature's Punchinello! Full of fun as Puck could be, Look now at his odd grimaces! Now like learned judge sedate, Look now at him! gently peep! With his arm beneath his head. Now that posture is not right, Ha! he is not half asleep; Monkey, though your eyes were shut, You shall have it, pigmy brother! There! the little ancient man -Mary Howitt. |