[Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary | ||
IDLE.
I heard the gay spring coming,
I saw the clover blooming,
Red and white along the meadows;
Red and white along the streams;
I heard the bluebird singing,
I saw the green grass springing,
All as I lay a-dreaming,—
A-dreaming idle dreams.
I saw the clover blooming,
Red and white along the meadows;
Red and white along the streams;
I heard the bluebird singing,
I saw the green grass springing,
All as I lay a-dreaming,—
A-dreaming idle dreams.
I heard the ploughman's whistle,
I saw the rough burr thistle
In the sharp teeth of the harrow,—
Saw the summer's yellow gleams
In the walnuts, in the fennel,
In the mulleins, lined with flannel,
All as I lay a-dreaming,—
A-dreaming idle dreams.
I saw the rough burr thistle
In the sharp teeth of the harrow,—
Saw the summer's yellow gleams
In the walnuts, in the fennel,
In the mulleins, lined with flannel,
All as I lay a-dreaming,—
A-dreaming idle dreams.
I felt the warm, bright weather;
Saw the harvest,—saw them gather
Corn and millet, wheat and apples,—
Saw the gray barns with their seams
Pressing wide,—the bare-armed shearers,—
The ruddy water-bearers,—
All as I lay a-dreaming,—
A-dreaming idle dreams.
Saw the harvest,—saw them gather
Corn and millet, wheat and apples,—
Saw the gray barns with their seams
Pressing wide,—the bare-armed shearers,—
The ruddy water-bearers,—
All as I lay a-dreaming,—
A-dreaming idle dreams.
The bluebird and her nestling
Flew away; the leaves fell rustling,
The cold rain killed the roses,
The sun withdrew his beams;
No creature cared about me,
The world could do without me,
All as I lay a-dreaming,—
A-dreaming idle dreams.
Flew away; the leaves fell rustling,
The cold rain killed the roses,
The sun withdrew his beams;
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The world could do without me,
All as I lay a-dreaming,—
A-dreaming idle dreams.
[Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary | ||