 | Poems by William D. Howells |  |
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THE POET'S FRIENDS.
The robin sings in the elm;
The cattle stand beneath,
Sedate and grave, with great brown eyes
And fragrant meadow-breath.
The cattle stand beneath,
Sedate and grave, with great brown eyes
And fragrant meadow-breath.
They listen to the flattered bird,
The wise-looking, stupid things;
And they never understand a word
Of all the robin sings.
The wise-looking, stupid things;
And they never understand a word
Of all the robin sings.
| Poems by William D. Howells | |